Lost To the Wind
There is not a moment that my grief fades,
for you are with me every single day;
I try to pretend but sorrow cascades_
I stroll holding a wildflower bouquet,
through the ornate cemetery archway;
I have come again Mom to speak with you_
After your death my heart and soul withdrew,
I talk but my words are- lost to the wind;
my life changed when I kissed your lips adieu,
and now love and grief is forever twinned_
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August 5, 2020
Poetry/Dizain/Lost To The Wind
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All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Pick-A-Title, Vol 21 - Dizain
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Theme chosen #5 Lost To The Wind
Second Place
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