I caught up with a tear today
it was from old despair
in attempt to grasp at it
it ran away from there
*
pain’s etched upon a heart
at death we cannot grasp
it leaves on wind before we know
our hands one final clasp
*
I caught up with a tear today
mingled with old despair
again I tried to grasp at it
it ran away from there
*
no more wrinkles from this life
we smooth your silver hair
behind you it is over now
beyond all time and care
*
I caught up with a tear today
it fell with yours you see
when I tried to grasp at it
it ran away with thee
Hospice a word that says so little of the days the slip through our fingers as we say little goodbyes each day. Each goodbye takes a piece of my heart that I give lovingly and painfully.
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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing and publishing in multiple genres (including education) in E. African for E. Africa. As a writer, it is a thrill to write for children (on all continents) who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 13 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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Your poem reminded me of a song my father wanted played at his funeral:
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