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Growing Poem of LOSS

The Growing Poem of Loss

How the years have passed by,

they rush - they fly.

To have had you - makes me glad

to have lost you - sad;

My heart and my soul are aching,

it feels as if it's breaking

I'm told we're waiting not in vain,

one Day I'll see you again

then oh G_d I will rejoice

and thank you with my Voice

G_d please let it be true !

Late into the night I lay wake,

of Pain my heart is 'bout to break

but time feels like a curse,

the longer ago it feels worse!

It stings like being stabbed by a thorn

to think of the loss of my lovely Firstborn.

It ribbed in the heart a big great hole,

my innermost being will not console

in sadness my back is bent

before it begun it had to end

©MiroAtlamechoTomarkin

Posted by Miro Tomarkin on 2/22/13







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