Mourning Dew Drop Poem by William Coyne

Mourning Dew Drop



Each tear that dropped from my chin,
bore a little grief,
grazed the coffin,
plopped on the cold marble floor
near the altar,

the chapel so quiet
I hear it from the door,
the noisy street,
a dozen country fields away,
on a breezy back porch
resting one more empty chair
to oversee tall grassy knobs
and growing green trees.

Sunday, October 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: grief ,mourning
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William Coyne

William Coyne

Chicago, Illinois
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