Its a unique thing: Grief
Like handmade jewellery
No two pieces are ever the same
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This is a personal collection of poems I have written based on my experiences on losing someone I truly love. I hope this book reaches out to the souls who needs i...
White (/(h)wīt/): "colour of surrender and death, but also peace"
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Her coffin was white The edges painted gold Lined with sculptures of God and His angels
Her urn was white With streaks of marble grey Her name carved in silver
The rosary in her hands were white I placed them back The one she held for weeks on end Hoping for more time she did not get
The blouse I wore was white "Tradition" my aunt would say Our symbol for grief, loss, death Funny how all I saw was black And all I felt was grey
The walls of the funeral homes were white Along with the tables, the chairs, the flowers I just hope when she flies to heaven Her angel wings where white.
