Seven years of joy,
of pain,
of love,
of rain.Nothing could have prepared us
for the night you would
pass away.In each lung,
it found its home.Making itself comfortable
as it sucked the life from your bones.Seven years of joy,
of pain,
of love,
of rain,
all seemed to elapse and evaporate,
the day you went away.Dedicated to Susan Doran, my Grandmother.
We miss you.
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Enveloping Darkness [ Poetry ]
Poetry'Life is C before D, after B' Jean-Paul Sartre, French philosopher and novelist. A collection of poems Written by Theodred V