When Sorrow Comes to Call
Sorrow finds me in this hollow room
Where she perished
Where my frail sister gave her final review
Makeshift hospital, awkward bedroom
The dated room, green with tattered
Wallpaper torn at sorrow’s edge
Surrendered bedroom, abandoned walls
Sweltering as midmornings heat saunters about
Her descent into new beginnings bringing no consolation
Solace lay absent from the tired wood floor
Where time stopped and held its breath
Transfixed on her sister’s lifeless life
What couldn’t in this time be undone
Unable to swap sorrow for her sister’s triumphant release
She wept a well of tears
Laid down hoping tomorrow could find
A new way of singing what couldn’t be unsung
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Author:
Katie B. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A woman cares for her sister that dies in her home.
- Category: Sad
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Beautiful in its sorrow, poetic in its stark reality. Life turned to death. A lovely write of loss. So well done
Thank you for your kind and generous words, they are greatly appreciated.
Most welcome Katie
My condolences on your loss; this heartfelt tribute to your sister is a fitting honor to her memory. The poem "When Sorrow Comes to Call" embodies the transformative power of resilience in the face of profound loss. The poet reflects on the pain of losing a sister, illuminating the profound impact that loved ones have on our lives and the extraordinary strength that emerges from shared sorrow. The poet encompasses themes of hope, healing, and the triumph of the human spirit in the aftermath of loss. It portrays the interplay between the finality of death and the promise of new beginnings, inspiring a journey of self-discovery and growth.
It is strange watching time ravage the frail.
In a way, you want their life to end with dignity, but most times it doesn't.
You can see why even after death, people feel raw.
Katie, this one hit me hard…the way sorrow becomes a visitor in that room, almost a presence you can feel pressing in. You carried the grief without letting it drown the language. Beautiful and devastating. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Beautiful and heart breaking. Made me tear up.
Thank you Megan!!
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