Don't worry about dying,
my little one
It's just like flying
beyond the sun.
A land of love
for my little one,
And God above
to guide everyone.
Now you're gone
my little one
To the land beyond
where love is spun.
Monday, June 16, 2008
YOUNG DEATH
Posted by Moonshadow at 3:32 PM
Labels: Charcoal pencil, Poetry, sketch, Young Death
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5 comments:
Very deep,
I can only imagine that the loss of a child would be the most devastating trauma in a parents life.
So beautiful and heart wrenching.
Blessings & best wishes.
Sincerely,
-Liane Schmidt.
David & Linda, Thank You for visiting and leaving comments. Expressing emotion is what it's all about.
I love your poems. So beautiful.
Thank you, Eva! And Thank you for visiting and commenting.
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