Wednesday, October 29, 2014

THE INHERITANCE



With it came dreams,
dreams of death
with nondescript images
swirled in sensations
of loss and privation.

It had seem a god send
before its arrival --
Her final act of love
for those she held dear.

But with its presence,
loss surfaced
from depths unrealized
in day’s bright light.

I love you, Anna
More than words can say.

I never realized
how dear we were
to you,

Never held you close --

My loss.





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