Counting down

Cherry

By Deliberately Evolving

Tue, 13 Jun 2017
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The sun shines.
I wait for death to come,
to claim a life 
gone too soon.
 
She lays still 
in her borrowed bed,
soft breeze strokes 
slumbering head.
 
Facing flowers and birds,
bees hum gently in the walls
mourning their queen.
I play music softly
 
with the sound of the waves.
so in her final sleep
she will dream of oceans
and soft sand beneath her feet.
 
I wait for death,
one year on.
Losing her 
all over again. 
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Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Anniversaries stir memories, but though short, there seemed to be much of peace in her living and passing on. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by celticman on

yep, time passing sometimes doesn't. 

 

Submitted by PoppyS on

Sobering sentiments.

Poppy ~xx~

Writing is art in pictures – Go paint poetry!

Submitted by airyfairy on

Beautiful.  Time doesn't heal, but it does ease the pain.  Hold on in there.

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

All four seasons passing sometimes make it all the sadder and more final. Nature keeps on giving and if you both love it then it will keep you together. Beautiful poem, sad but written with a light touch