Friday, December 23, 2016

The sadness of scars


For a change this week I have written a short six verse poem

Unblemished when we were born
Soon our flesh is cut and torn

To our mothers we do run forth
Crying out for all we are worth

But soon wounds are just normal fair
We proudly show our scars with flair

But it is marks and scars unseen
That linger long and are so mean

The ones that hurt the heart so much
The loss of love the loss of touch

And so it is this time of year
I wish once more that you were here

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3 comments:

  1. Oh my, this really got to my heart--beautifully done.

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  2. Nice to remember and be remembered! A dear one is always remembered at such festive days!

    Hank

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