Based on someone I new who drunk herself to death,

After loosing her child.




ERRANT

When your flame died out,

Mine did to.

Thinking about you

Is all I can do.

 

If I could pray for you,

Could you pray for me to?.

Wherever you are,

My head my heart miss's you.

 

The day you were taken from me,

My spark ran out.

The playground seems empty,

Without you about.

 

Your love shone through,

As it always will and ever do.

God I know to you I must sound

Errant, Why do you take a child.

Before you take a parent.





Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-03-03 at 19:04

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