Grief

Andrew Green Bereavement March 25, 2018March 26, 2018 1 Minute

For SouldierGirl and everyone who has known the grief of losing a child.

My grief first borne was like

A wound fresh made that bled

And nought could stem its flow.

But as it healed

I’d pick the scab

And want to see it red.

I feared that if it healed you see

I’d have to let you go.

The wound I bore

Has hardened now

I wear it as a scar

I run my fingers down its length

And know an inner strength.

Published by Andrew Green

I am a regular contributor to Wattpad where I write as andrewagreen. My first two collections on Wattpad were featured. My first published book Margaret’s Story - a biography of my mother in verse is available on Amazon. I live near Windsor, Berkshire and have offered my services, so far unsuccessfully, as the next Poet Laureate. View all posts by Andrew Green

Published March 25, 2018March 26, 2018

2 thoughts on “Grief”

Grateful Single Mom says:

March 25, 2018 at 5:20 pm

Touching…❤️

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Andrew Green says:

March 25, 2018 at 5:38 pm

Thank you. The bereavement I/we suffered was some years ago. You never wholly get over it (or would in truth want to) but it does get better and, as the poem says, can even be a source of strength.

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