Time Poem by Uloia Norris Moore

It is said
heals all
one.

I may not
disown.

Said to me
every year
of marriage
one month
to heal.

Thee cracked
in the head
I stupidly
said.

Her way of thinking
would leave me
undead.

No understanding
from such can
so come forth.

When one such
as she takes
your very
memories.

Saith that all
the hurt
and harm.

No such admission
from her lips
to your ear.

Will to you while
I im alive you shall
hear.

Coffin in ground
then to late
brought back
to life again
so would.

Still would
so hate.

I knowith
not why.