I got the call in the morning Sunday,
So unsuspecting of the news I’d hear.
I couldn’t even think of what to say
To maybe help to dry your mother’s tears.
You didn’t need to die that autumn night.
Your life was so short and so unfulfilled.
My heart might not ever again feel right
Because selfishly, Dave, you were killed.
But the past is the past and no one knows
The exact reason you made your choice.
Beside your grave now we lay a red rose
And listen to Father McKenzie’s voice
I wrote this sonnet for you today, Dave.
At least this is one thing I know I can save.
A contest entry
- Loss by MrsJones.
400 points, ended July 7, 2008, 27 entries
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Comments
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Beautiful poem, very very sad. I'm so sorry for your loss. I love the last two lines of the poem. The flow is beautiful, I really wish I could write a sonnet that well. Thank you for submitting this.
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awww... this poem is sad. i actually cried reading it. im so sorry to hear about your loss. this is such a good poem!
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aww such a beautiful poem!
i enjoyed how you expressed you feeling of sadness onto this!
liked this alot!
great poem!
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