via Shadorma in the Grave Yard — lillian the home poet

family mom, dad, son me, last born they waited nine years for me now they wait again mist hovers floats above their graves hushes sounds muffles grief head bowed, I know they miss me I whisper, not yet A shadorma written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. Amaya is our host today and explains […]

via Shadorma in the Grave Yard — lillian the home poet

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