Peter

In memory of Peter Andrew Green 09/03/85 – 21/05/85 ‘Riddle of Destiny, who can show, what thy short life meant or know? – Charles Lamb

 

Born in March

Taken in May

Limp and lifeless

Rue the day.

Breathing life in you

Only brought hours

The pain and the grief

Forever ours.

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Grief

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.