Touching - like the fading notes of a melody that moves
the spirit and lingers in the mind.
A personal caveat would have seen me try to maintain
the rhyme and rhythm in the final verse - e.g.
There is no life, there cannot be,
I placed my life wherein you lay.
You all expect too much of me,
I regret the minute...the hour...the day!
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Frances Macaulay Forde
Mon 29th May 2017 01:56
So sorry for your loss, beautifully expressed. Well deserved poem of the week.
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