Unloved Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Unloved Death



Lilies decorating a church altar, adorning it with God's
glory, soon to fade and die, all brown from unlove upon
everyone's minds.

Lilies, so beautiful, to place upon a Mother's grave, no
one was able to save her from dying either.

As flowers die, and people, we all still seem to go on
living.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014
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