A mother's grief at losing what was hers
is hers for months that turn into the years,
the years her child was meant to grow bestirs
a mother's grief as months flow by in tears.
In tears I laid to rest my Chloe Lane;
the lane where she'd have played is flowering.
This flower I never knew yet brings me pain -
a pain that's yet renewed with every spring
for spring is when she flew, a tiny bird
a bird who barely lit upon my sill.
My sill is empty now, without a word -
the word in which I hope for comfort still
and still there is no comfort for my loss.
The loss of her sweet song exacts its cost.
In a list
A contest entry
- (contest #222) Use Chloe’s name to create an acrostic. by daviscth.
10250 points, ended June 15, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Beautifully penned with such love and tenderness.
Your words have touched deep within my soul, and it has been a pleasure to read such loving words.
I wish you well in the contest, with much love and happiness too.
~Anne~
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This is beautiful and thank you so much for posting it even though it's not an acrostic. All the poems written for my Chloe contests will go in a scrapbook to be read a million times or more. Thank you so much for this one. I'm honored to add it to my collection.
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You're welcome, Cathy.
This was the best I came up with:
Cherishing the
height of loving
light we showered
on her short lived life
eventually shall
Lay to rest our fear
assuring us that she is
near and held dear
eternally
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Good acrostic poem and my condolences to all.
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