Under the oak tree on the hill by a restless brook
Taking in all that is God’s beauty
Here, I rested lightly
However you were not here
And when the evening purple seized the horizon
Swallows danced in the sky
By now, weary grew I
Why were you not here?
2 comments:
And pray tell, who were you waiting for?
Nice poem ... thanks for sharing.
It's a poem I wrote on request for a nine year death anniversary of my very close friend's mum. I was very close with her too till she passed away from cancer.
The poem reflects my memories of her.
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