Cotton Field Poem by Pirate Love Magic Man
Cotton Field
When I was a young lad,
My grandma went to the hospital,
And I had a a dream, a vision,
It was there in that very room,
As she lay,
I held her hand, as she left,
To heavenly fields of cotton,
To play,
Even now shes still there,
Cause I was too affraid,
To go say,
'GOODBEY'
emotional... words are expressed the way they should be... nice write here as always... good job!
my grand dad died when i was young, an open coffin funaral, and never felt closer to death, standing next to a cold body, of someone i knew. good poem. if it not to much trouble, please read some of my poems. comments would be welcome.
I was very young when my dad died and I didnt believe my mom that he was dieing... I still dont... maybe that is childish but I think my mom took me away from my dad and he didnt die. so I know of the feeling I guess. Purkey Girl
it is really hard to say goodbye to a loved one i know the feeling my grand father died about 2 years ago but its a really good poem
Saying Good-Bye to a loved one that is sick is very hard. Not many people can do because they can't grasp the fact that that person is dying. Beautiful Poem Thanks for sharing. -Brie
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I would like to translate this poem
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12/14/2024 4:55:10 PM # 1.0.0
We all sometimes have a problem saying goodbye to loved ones. Very beautifully written.