Passed Away

 

And once when I was but a child

I looked upon a stony grave

Salty tears did flood the ground

My heart broken into a hundred pieces

 

The days and nights ran together endlessly

My thoughts could not be controlled

For my poor soul did want to die

The feelings of despair crept slowly upon me

 

She passed away with my own dreams

Beyond the gates of eternity

For once when I was but a child

I mourned the loss of my own dear mother

Author's Note

This isn't true. It was just something I thought of.

Reviews

[Chloe]

Even though that's not true, you mastered the displaying of the character. I liked reading this poem because less than a week ago, a pair twins friends of mine lost their father to a sudden heart attack. My mother went to the funeral today and said that my friends were just messes. For some reason, this poem reminds me of other pain and that we need to try to comfort, but not over-comfort, those who have lost their parents.