Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Poem: Speaking of Loss

How would you speak of loss?
Something that you wouldn't want to mention;
but the time will come.

There is no easy way,
to utter the words.

Guilt would be, 
the last thing you would remember.

The life you suddenly forget...

The shock,
The peace,
The quiet.

1 comment:

  1. This poem is something I felt when my Nan and other family members passed away.