loss (Remove filter)
Lost
Never-ever
ever again
will he turn
his baby face
towards my voice
as he did,
those hours
before
he died.
O! his blue-blue eyes,
that long ago
land
of lost content:
my son and I,
'neath a darkening sky.
Wednesday 20th November 2013 12:00 am
Recent Comments
Tom Doolan on Wishes Come True
7 hours ago
Yanma Hidayah on “I Don’t Believe in My Wings”
9 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Stopping the Cuts
19 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on According to the poet
19 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Wishes Come True
1 day ago
David RL Moore on The nutritional value of a bullet
1 day ago
David RL Moore on According to the poet
1 day ago
John Coopey on HELLO DARKNESS MY OLD FRIEND
1 day ago
Graham Sherwood on “I Don’t Believe in My Wings”
1 day ago
Graham Sherwood on According to the poet
1 day ago