There are echoes of her laughter
in the hallways of my mind.
In every drawer and corner
is a memory of some kind.
My heart sings out its sorrow
in a lonely, mournful tune.
My body aches in grieving
for my love who's gone too soon.
The sea groans and it grumbles
as it rushes to the shore
The wind blows so much colder
than it ever did before.
It seems the whole world mourns
this soul who's gone too soon.
Why can't we turn back time
to where it was before?
Why can't we have her back with us
to dance and laugh some more?
She graced our lives with sweetness
like a rose's sweet perfume;
But the rose was plucked too early
and the soul is gone too soon.
And we know that we will see her
in Heaven when we go.
Perhaps she'll lead us by the hand
out of death's dark cocoon
And show us all the things she's learned
since she left us far too soon.
©jclinn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem