Sorrow

Sorrow

A Poem by Romneykat
"

We are alone with our sorrow ...

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We are left alone with our sorrow

wondering if it will be better tomorrow.


That vast emptiness dwelling inside

where it seems forever to abide.


I've never known sorrow so deep

than when you left forever in your sleep.


I held you in my arms and cried

caressed your face singing you lullabies.


They came for you, I could not bear

and took you to I know not where.


I couldn't believe that you were no longer here

Too soon I see you in your bier.


Today we must bury you deep

My soul cries and I weep.


The sorrow shared for now

by friends and family as they allow.


A year goes by and then two.

You are gone, you were my glue.


Alone now I must mourn

My tears flow strong my heart is torn.


Friends and family, they cannot bear

the sorrow I carry, but they care.


Don't show me your sorrow, they say

I have my own.

Instead, simply give smiles and sunshine for the day.


For you must carry your own;

I must carry mine --

for I have no strength to loan.




 


 

© 2009 Romneykat


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Grieving your loss and mine for our wonderful sons...your poem is very well written my friend. You are always in my prayers. Debileah

Posted 15 Years Ago


This poem had a downward sorrow flow, but it was well done and well written, thank you for sharing this sorrow Frank :)

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Time does not heal but makes sorrow bearable. To lose a child seems so unnatural.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is sad, my heart goes out to you. Sorry for your loss.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Romneykat
Romneykat

Manteca, CA



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