The robins in Winter
Sat by your grave
The toys and flowers
Ruined by rain
Fairy lights surrendered
A long time ago
Soon time to leave
I dont want to go.
The tall gates nearby
Creak in the wind
The taxi is due
I must leave soon
Forever in my heart
Here or away
My dear, dearest child
For you I pray.
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Author:
nephilim56 (
Online) - Published: April 18th, 2025 02:31
- Comment from author about the poem: a parents worse nightmare
- Category: Sad
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Comments6
In the literal this is a parents worst nightmare. The poem well written with meter carrying us on. Here also is a metaphor where the loss can be the growing up of the child and their leaving of the nest a symbolic death to the parent. This too can be a difficult time. A poem well written
many thanks, I was afraid the subject matter might be a put off but it seems accepted
The loss of any child is a tragedy let alone if it is your own, sometimes that feeling of loss can be felt as your child grows and becomes a different person as well, nicely expressed and written
very kind, thanks
You are very welcome
Quite the saddest state wherein the normal state of affairs of us outliving our young. Deeply felt write🙏🏻🕊️
thanking you
Much welcome 🕊🙏🏻
That was good. Made me feel very sad. You captured that moment very well.
many thanks, much appreciated
This was nicely done with great imagery and rhyme. One of my favorites today for sure.
much appreciated, thanks
Your poem carries a somber tone, infused with sorrow, love, and longing. I read it several times. You wrote "a parent's worse nightmare." This is one I'd rather not have. Thank you for sharing. The poem reads well and is beautifully written. Thank you for sharing.
very kind many thanks
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