Song Of A Dying Infant Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
Song Of A Dying Infant
I am gently dying.
No need to cry.
No need to say goodbye.
I go in peace,
into a sky of butterflies
and tiny golden birds
that never cease to sing.
I will take wing. Softly.
Sally Plumb
this is your best, i can see every word, , , , , , , , , , ,
Your beautiful imagery, particularly the butterflies, softened the grief of the infant dying. To go in peace also gives the poem a gentle feel. The parents left behind are the ones who will be sorrowfully grieving. 10 love Karin
Yeah even the grown up man can sing this song because he is going from earthly mother to a lap of the divine mother......yeah no need to cry........rejoice oh soul........her lap is a lap of bliss...............A Good Write, , , , , ,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/6/2024 7:52:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
' tiny golden birds ' that hits a high note.