Loss Poem by Sandra Osborne
Loss
Holding them tight
Within my arms,
Holding them close
Safe from harm.
Pets and children,
Mother and wife,
Awaiting death
Within my life.
I wish for some,
To be the first.
I wish for others,
No more hurt.
But knowledge and pain
Brings the knowing
That gnawing fear
Is always growing.
That no one here,
Is ever safe.
That I will be,
Always to late.
To late to hold them
One last time,
With only the memory
That they were mine.
This is such a beautifully touching poem Sandra. Very lovely. Sincerely, Mary
merry christmas Sandra and i hope you have a big new year full of love and great riches right from the man down under Warm regards Allan
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I would like to translate this poem
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Yes, this is vintage CS (Chiffon Shakespeare) . How many doggies in your windows right now? Eight? Why don't you stay awhile and ignore the mongrel(s) with their numerical skills... Best wishes H