This Poem is a Lonely Room
This poem is a lonely room
This poem is a sigh
This poem is longing
Even in a crowded room
Your absence strong
No place for me
My sigh
Barely heard
Caught on a breeze
With longing I am
Wishing you were here
Had never gone away
This poem a crowded room
This poem quiet and lonely blue
This poem a Mother’s heart
Filled with longing
July 29, 2014
Note: I am a little confused, I wrote to Tuesday's post by Susie….
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MAGPIE TALES FOR SUNDAY JULY 27, 2014
July 29, 2014
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MAGPIE TALES FOR SUNDAY JULY 27, 2014
In the Museum
Sunday afternoon
Heels clack on the floor
The air cool
Lifeless
I search for you
Faces hanging on the wall
Objects in the cases
Behind glass
Nametags tell all
Where are you
I whisper
All by yourself
Alone on a windowsill
Brightly lit
By the sunshine
That streams through
The window
Near the stair
You are there
Only I can see
What you are to me
Spirit of a boy
Gone away
A Mother’s heart broken
I miss you everyday
July 29, 2014
July 29, 2014
4 comments:
These are beautiful poems expressing your grief. They are beautiful tributes to your sorrow. I am touched by your sharing them. I am so sorry for your loss.
your heart laments poignantly in these words
gracias for sharing
Beautiful, heartbreaking and lovely, my friend. I love "This poem is a lonely room" and, in the second, that ray of sun lighting his urn.......so poignant. "Spirit of a boy gone away. A Mother's heart broken." Heartbreaking, Annell. A grief too great to bear, and yet you bear it with such grace.
interesting connection between your own personal history...and the history one would find in a museum...and if they made a museum of us would they then see him...
hugs annell
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