A second time Grief visited my heart
When mom into the sunset had to depart:
A pervasive sense of loss and distress
Painted my days deep black, I confess.
Sorrow and suffering held me closely tight
To have me stubbed everywhere in fright.
Feelings of guilt and denial had me realize
I had been intensely beaten - and my cries
Into a dark dungeon kept my soul in ties.
A feeble light slowly came in. My jail got bright
When mom and dad as two angels came on site.
They were fine and wanted me to see the light.
They promised to come back one day to hold my hand
In crossing to the other side and in bliss - stand.
They smiled and helped me open my jail door
So I could walk away from my sorry plight.
Then home I ran, the magic castle I adore
To rebuild what Grief had ruined in its flight.