28 Years Poem by James Timothy Jarrett

28 Years



Not many marriages survive the death of a child
And now you and I
All old love aside
Are buried on that mound
Just as dead as he is
Just as cold and hard
We could not survive
And all we are now
Instead of you and I
Is just another statistic

Tuesday, January 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Douglas Scotney 08 January 2019

Your poems, James: a good discovery

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