It's the final countdown
the days are passing by,
each one getting shorter,
the sun lower in the sky.
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The memories I hold dear; your tiny, perfect face. In my heart for you my son there will be eternal space. such fine sentiments of sorrow and loss....... sooo fine.. thank you dear poetess. tony
Such beautiful rendition of words in a sad story of loss, embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. A well encapsulated piece of poetry elegantly penned from the heart. Death is a bad reaper - often going after unripe fruits. May The Lord Almighty be your strength. Thanks for sharing Samantha.