Written February 10th 2017 after the passing of an older lady whom, along with her husband, took me under their wing the last year.


Snow in February where it always rains

But the husk of a seed is shed

Your voice is with me now
and that final hug I did not know would be

A sapling in its place, crimson, and stretching out
her roots and young branches

The joy he tries to hold on to even though
he hides the hollow words
"I miss you"

She unfurls her leaves and reaches for
the warmth of the Sun

When we are alone and together we think of her.
Sending little prayers her way
"We miss you"

Her fruits grow plump and juicy,
glowing almost like smiles.
Basking in the light and breeze and rivers of the Almighty

People I meet, I turn to her and ask for
her strength and warmth.
And through my hollow sorrow

I know

I am with you

Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2017-03-07 at 02:29

Tags Grief  Death  Afterlife 

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Ivan R
A gem. Heartfelt.

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Overall: 4

Sounds like the was a lot of love around and it doesn't leave when that person is no longer with you, beautifully written.

Language: 5
Format: 5
Mood: 5
Overall: 5