I have seen an old woman Sitting in a rocking chair The warmth of the desert sun Shining on her through the front window Surrounded
Tag: Loss
Flicker
The lamp flickers As it burns through The last of the oil Outside, snow falls A log on the fire I pretend it’s you Covering
Almost, Again
I watch the blood run down my hand Drip from my fingertips, splash on the floor All I can do is think to myself How
Ever After
I’ve got your once upon a time But not your happily ever after That lies dead ten feet behind me I claim I found it
The Smell of Cedar
As I lift the lid The Smell of Cedar Overtakes me After all these years The tiny blanket Still remains Stained with tears Swollen with
In Whose Name
Drums pound Cries rain down From the heavens The spirits danced And sang As a mother stood Over the body Of her dead son Two
