Sunday, July 5, 2009
Silent Grief, Silent Hope
Over a shallow grave of blood and flesh
a mere fistful of tears are flung.
Brief life with questionable purpose;
unseen, unheard, unsung.
Untold life will soon be forgotten-
Tiny flicker of hope it once held
of unseen tears, unheard laughter,
and unsung lullabies before bed.
So life goes on behind a false facade,
but the faintest grief still lingers.
And with it remains the tiny flicker of hope
still yearning to count tiny fingers.