Ode to the little one,
One too long gone
But never come to pass
And never named.
On that binding day.
A sky as awe inspiring, and glorious.
Golden rays, framed by clouds onerous.
I'm in despair tinted by a feeling oddly gay
Footfall as lead,
By these circumstance I am led,
Past the tolling bell,
Into this waking hell.
The tools of fate in hand,
I wonder of the terrors in this wakeful land,
And hope to any god above,
That there is respite.
A way out, like that golden light,
Surrounded by tempests clouds grey.
I wish to fly like a dove unbound,
But i must stay.
The judgement passed.
The tears are shed.
And a bond formed .
I never met you but i must say
I love you more than the life
You never saw.
- Author: strawhatdinkyy ( Offline)
- Published: February 21st, 2017 06:35
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 53
Comments2
yes I am crying for this is beautiful and I admit it I am laughing too! for you are very witty as well Bravo and soryy for you are lost? write on ww
Thanks, im glad the poem was able to elicit a response, its about a miscarriage me and my girlfriend went through last year.
well you did take it well ? or did I mistake the Wit ? or did you not see it subconscious ?
if I am wrong on all counts I am sorry for your loss For I know the joy of having a child to love and be responsible for and grow up for shall I go on? ww you should write on ? yes indeed ww. you do know you nom de Plume' is very funny No? I did enjoy your poem? but I am a rare bird methinks ? ww
Wonderfully written tribute to the one you lost. Great write
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