Eve of September
Quiet August eve on brink of September
awful early morn, try not to remember.
Peaceful slumber jolted, ringing telephone
son full of grief, crying—oh, so alone.
Words spoken in panic cut deep to the core
“We won’t see him,” he said softly, “anymore.”
Steel belted radials, concrete mourned the hum
break neck speed, darkened abyss, on the run.
Screeching tires, running feet, wide open door
all stood in silence, embraced, not as before.
Lights turned out as broken beads shard
fell shattered dreams upon bleeding hearts.
Time erased, suspended mid air
no going back, can’t change the lair.
Dark steed gallops hard, thundering roar
away from this life not seen anymore.
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Amor
Poet, You have rhythm, You deliver profound message through an excellent WRITING.
May Your heart and those of Your beloved Ones find in Togetherness, the console of Eternal Mother's LOVE.
My respect, and admiration.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
No grandmother could write a better tribute to a lost grandchild. The flow was beautiful as the words experessed such deep grief in a very tender and loving way.
Sherry
A beautiful write!
~Nikki~
i'm so sorry for your loss
heartbreaking, heartfelt, well penned emotional write
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :(