Fall like the night
A secret sorrow, a hidden plight
They well up deep, a heavy sea
A grief that's borne, alone and free

No words are spoken, no sound is made
The heart is heavy, the soul is frayed
The tears fall slow, like autumn rain
A quiet mourning, a silent pain

In the stillness, they're shed and gone
Leaving behind a heart that's strong
For in the silence, a voice is found
A whisper of hope, a heart unbound.

4.02.2025

crisp brown leaves
on white ground–
pristine

Children
Taught them
Teach those that do
Nieces and nephews galore
Violent crime took the opportunity away when she was younger
Maybe that is why Mothers and Fathers Days are hard for many reasons
Yet,he loves her
Yet,she loves him
Never meant to be but
Love conquered all so cruelly taken

They visit when least expected
Ideas awaken you softly and sometimes louder than a parade
You must seize them
Coax them gently
Craft them
Do what poets do best
Write with words