A Grieving Heart
You navigate these words, lamenting in this Great Loss,
the fading warmth, colder than the remembered flames, the forget-me-nots
blooming despair,
their touch always lingering.
But the impressions will whisper away, with comfort
of their smiles and adoration.
Soon the weary Heart will hum along a precious tune
over and over of treasured memories.
When the flowers unfurl, finally breathing in that summer
sun
and the grieving soul will rest their muddled thoughts a
while.
Finally, the Heart can melt its troublesome worries and
sigh, for the last time, just like those lost
with Love.
