The Last Kiss
I will never, ever forget that last sweet kiss,
while holding my baby boy to my beating heart;
then, I had to let him drift up to his abyss,
I would give my own life so that he not depart.
While holding my baby boy to my beating heart,
my boy who never got to see the azure sky;
I would give my own life- so that he not depart,
asking my God why, why him, why not let me die.
My boy who never got to see the azure sky,
I would have given him all my knowledge each day;
I ask my God why, why him, why not let me die,
and now I go to his small lonely grave to pray.
I would have given him all my knowledge each day,
oh, the day he was buried, I was made of stone;
and now I go to his small lonely grave to pray,
I have no emotion- I am ice to the bone.
Oh, the day he was buried, I was made of stone,
then, I had to let him drift up to his abyss;
I have no emotion- I am ice to the bone,
but will never, ever forget that last sweet kiss.
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November 27, 2018
Poetry/Pantoum/The Last Kiss
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1089-244-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, The Last . . .
sponsor, Silent One
First Place
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