Comments about Kathryn McCandless
Caden Andrew Healy
I did not know you or hear you cry.
Ne’er knew the whisper of your sigh.
I will not mend your fallen knee,
Will ne’er answer your tear stained plea.
To stroke your face, to hold your hand.
To watch you playing in the sand.
It will not happen, ‘tis not to be.
My love, you were called away from me.
I have been robbed, cries out my womb.
Emptiness, it seems, my heart entombs.
So anger fumes, my rage ensues,
I’ll scream at God, I’ll chastise you.
You would not stay, my God knows why,
The rage will ...