Cry You To Life Poem by Meriki Raelene ParkinsonFraser
Cry You To Life
I pray to goddess gods and devils,
they refuse me any deal.
I sing songs and I cry and I stumble,
but still you don't become real.
If you'd just come to life,
when I held your clothes;
I'd sink in your eyes,
play games with your toes.
I'd savor your every scent.
Inhale you with greedy breath.
Make up for every moment spent.
That we will never spend.
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4/23/2024 11:59:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I cannot and would never even attempt to understand a mothers loss. But I can empathise as a father who has also lost. Cry You to Life was heartbreakingly honest.