Rose M. Griffin Poems

The child I was, so many years ago,
Too young to understand my loneliness
Or know that sorrow as well as joy
Are commonplace in life.
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In days now weaved together
In memory of eternal Spring, she waits.
Still loving earth
Yet ever more atuned, accepting.
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Words softly spoken with compassion,
Still fall harshly on my ears.
The sentence is imposed not for any crime committed,
Unless in unknown karmic sense,
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