I Grieve!
By
Ross Dix-Peek
Beloved Father, Dear Sister
Gone you are,
No more,
Never again with me
to walk this mortal floor
And although the years
Be many,
I still do grieve,
My broken, shattered heart.
Knows no reprieve
Often, your ethereal spectres’
Haunt my dreams,
A parade of
convulsive tears
And silent screams
So many things
Still to say;
“Lost” words that
Haunt my
every day!
And after all these years,
I still can’t look
At the photographs on the wall,
Heart still far too sore,
Sorrow still a great, dark pall!
But too,
do wonderful memories
Flood my mind,
Emotions both joyous and sad,
All at the same time!
My only comfort be,
that in “Sweet Heaven” above,
My Beloved Father and Dear Sister,
Do know that I will them forever Love!
And come the day
I too do succumb,
Together we
will again be,
As 'One'!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Moving poem, may your father ans Sis live in peace and you learn to cope with the loss.. You are Brave....