Missing Family
Missing Family
Today I planted seedlings with my hand
In springtime's youth and wish to watch them bloom,
As verdant leaves now grow across the land,
In hopes the lovely blooms dispel the gloom
Of my sad melancholy heart that dwells
Within this lonely soul bereft of glee,
With a yearning in which sincerely swells,
Alone with tears of Fear's disparity.
Sweet loves of my life now in distance glow,
Whose loving faces I embraced each day,
Just as these seedlings that I hope will grow,
They live so close in thought, yet far away.
In missing them I pray again to see
Their sweet faces ensconced in memory.
5-24-20
~Third Place~
BRIAN'S CHOICE 11,any form,
any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor Brian Strand
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