The Unforgiven

This is how i imagined my mom to feel after my dad passed away. Rest In Peace. I love you.

It was the sound of the rippling guitar and the sight of his cold lifeless body in the dark casket that killed her. The feeling inside was too much to handle. The smell of his ripped jacket, the sound of his deep, confused voice, the sight of his beautiful face in the light were her only memories of the time he had loved her. Purley this would never end, for she had loved him too much. She dropped to her knees and cursed at the lord. For she would never forgive him for this.

Reviews

[Maggie]

Another thing...seeing the emotion and the pain through your mother's eyes was brilliant...you have a sensitive soul indeed, to be able to feel what others feel

[Maggie]

Lovely, gorgeous poetry...the only thing that jolted me up were the last two lines. I think a comma would have suited better than a period. But, nicely done