Anger and Sadness
Doubt and despair, there is no end, life comes and goes, and no one knows
how it will end. My child’s pure light flickering then silenced; no longer with
us our angel delight.
Words like a blade thirsting for blood, I could not save her with a mother’s
love. The day over, my heart ripped from my bosom tossed into the night,
with the sunrise your soul took flight.
God let me see you blossom, he let me see you grow; when he wanted you
back know one would know. Anger and sadness cloak me, I will never be
free, my child is gone and with it, I watched my happiness flee.
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Beyond the Voices
I have enough memories from the past to last me for the rest of my life. My bountiful memory will not bury them from which they were born.
A small country church, a chorus of crows; the splashing sounds of the brook running through the Birch trees. The wind caressing the colossal row of Oaks in the field.
Death, a road away from the weathered house of worship, followed by black feathered angels. No longer will the water beneath the Birch cool, nor will the winds surrounding the Oaks embrace flesh.
The rocker on the porch is stilled, no hand waves goodbye. In a cobwebbed corner of the room, the sun shines through a cloudy window, as the image of tattered curtains dance in a nearby mirror. Childhood is dead.