Betty Keck Poems

Tis Death and me…

Tis Death and me, walking hand in hand
upon the sands of time
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Last night I saw a dove
returning to its nest
Gentle little dove
needing a place to rest.
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The wind blows, calling your name
resounding with your laughter
Thunder rolls, shouting its acclaim
love for you in the hereafter.
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Sitting alone on her grassy hill
amidst shades and hues of flowers
Tears of blue beginning to spill
until the beautiful sweetness sours.
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