My Room Poem by Vinod Sharma
My Room
In the silence of
My room, thoughts
Rush into my mind,
Flooding images
Of days long gone.
Alone, I relive
Moments known to
Her, to me
And the four walls
Silently looking on.
They understand
And ask
No questions,
Just comfort me;
I feel strong.
Time flies, things
Change; my room
Is still the same;
It shelters me,
I hear her song.
In the silence of...
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4/23/2024 8:02:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Loss means change, which they say in most cases is for the better...Yet, that all depends on the circumstances that forces the change...In your finely penned, eloquen work, you mention relived moments, being strong and a sense of comfort....all positive signs that you will if you haven't already accepted your change... Solid craftsmanship! ~FjR~