Each morning brings a sad sweet song,
another day of God's great joy
without my love where he belongs.
Each morning brings a sad sweet song,
cold empty hours, for you I long
for you, my handsome youngest boy.
Each morning brings a sad sweet song
another day of God's great joy.
In a list
A contest entry
- Short Lived Short Form #6 by Samplette.
425 points, ended March 22, 2007, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Very lovely poem you have penned here.
Congrats on the bronze!
...sorry but I will have to Dq you.. as this contest is only for Gold and Silver trophy winners, as stated in the rules..
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A wonderfully done triolet. My son's name is Dustin as well. I felt a pang for I miss him. He is only four hours away, but I truly miss him. Thank you for entering the contest.
Sam
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