Death
Just because I could not bury you
Does not mean your son was
No longer your son
Just because I choose not to
Put a lit charcoal on your lips
Does not mean I was not there
Just because my shoulers
Were not there does not mean
I shrugged your life off
How would you ever know
That grief does not run
Out in streets naked
It festers like a wound
And only your soul is inflected.
Very lovely poem. Good luck on the challenge!
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Happy AtoZ Challenge from Operation Awesome!
Beautiful poetry. loved reading.
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