When Death Comes To Those We Love Poem by Bill Grace

When Death Comes To Those We Love



When death comes to those we love
It is not the thing of the academic funeral
But force which rips and tears the soul
Requires the ointment of time to heal
So profound are its wounds.

Monday, November 7, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: funeral,wounds
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