Sad, Sad
I speak of sadness
In whispered tones
For so many things in life
Are judged to be sad
Disappointing
A goal not reached
Perhaps set too high
Who of us is reasonable, after all
Of the three children
Which would I choose?
To be sick…
To die
Which of my friends
Would I have go first?
Which would be the hardest blow
Whose empty chair will hurt less
And yet…
The bud that blooms in the spring
Is more beautiful than ever before
The meal more satisfying
Each minute is dear to the heart
Because of missing you
Each sunrise more inspiring
Takes my breath away
Each sunset I long to keep
And long to share
It is the beauty after all
That reminds me of you
January 15, 2019
3 comments:
Yes, the beauty reminds us of our missing beloveds..........love and beauty reside in the same place in the heart.
All those questions with no answers and yet it still boils down to beauty and love. What a great ending stanza. Loved this!!!
This is beautiful, Annell!!💜💜
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