Tatyough Terungwa Thomas

SWEET SORROW

With your memories in my heart

which will never depart

 

The art of losing is hard to master

better days I pray should come faster

 

At night I found you in eternal sleep

I tried to wake you as I began to weep

 

But all eyes closed and you could not hear

still wishing I had kept you near

 

My heart is broken forever

with time the pieces will come back together

 

I beam with smiles hearing your name

knowing things will never be the same

 

Now I know you are home

home to rest in peace