Back To Church Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Back To Church



Barren fields in winter snow
Her husband gone
Candles go out that can’t come back
Can’t be replaced
Loneliness deeper than the sea

Every breeze a whisper
Visits to the graveyard
She talks to her self
Old photos and painful dreams
Wake up with tears

Maybe it’s time to go back to church

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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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