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
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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