Shrouded Sun

Shrouded Sun

 

I cried as he spoke

of his little girl

of how a parent

should never bury a child

of how instead of girlish giggles

there’s cold silence

grayness on golden days

a single ubiquitous cloud

shrouding his sun.

How can one remain unmoved

knowing dreams, futures

smiles, songs, singing

laughter, weddings, babies–died?

Hearts cannot be mended with gauze.

Ice dwells where warmth was.

 

2/23/2018

Sascha Darlington

submitted to dVerse open link.

 

 

 

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26 replies »

  1. There are rules, but it seems someone does not know. A parent should never bury a child…but on the other hand, it is also hard for the child. Nicely done.

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