Lasting Sorrow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Having come at last to take you, put you in a wooden box,
and bury you beneath the ground.

No tears will be shed upon your passing, for your eyes
cannot see, your heart cannot love me.

What is the sense of crying when you are already gone,
dirt is steeped high upon your brow, while you brew deeply
in the ground.

Standing here above, flowers gripped tightly in my fist,
not wanting to give them up for a plot of dirt.

You are under it, under the cold, marble stone, I cannot
pretend you're not!

Forever gone to a place I cannot see or find while alive,
wanting desperately to go back in time, to reach out to
you, but you're no longer mine.

Walking on to a life without your Motherly love, it is
empty, void, without your presence.

Eyes downcast, walking silently on, no tears will I shed
for you, they are all gone, for I am dead also to a life
without you.