Grief a poem by Lola Rose



As the rosy-fingered dawn is awoken

I slumber in my bed unspoken

Unable to come to terms with grief

What it has taken from me and what it can leave

Far from home but close in mind

Death has kept us behind

It creeps upon one like the dawn of night

Stealing all that once shined

There is no light in life

Only tonight

My eyes ponder in the heavens sky

The touch of your warm embrace is close to mine

Looking down from up above

I now know you are at ease with the ones you love.

Lola Rose, July, 2019

Dedicated to my uncle. – Gone but never forgotten.

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