Ring The Flame Poem by Kim Aouad

The innocent can never last...
1 year has gone too fast...
Only the good die young;
Only we hear the dreadful song...

The days have come and gone,
The hurting never once not 'on.'
Missing you aches our hearts
While we carry on our parts.

We mustn't hinder the process
Of trying to reduce the mess
Your leaving has crafted,
Rather get the burning flame invigorated,

For that mess' obliteration
Might end the soul feeling of desperation,
And aid in reclaiming the throne
That you once with full pride sat on.