Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Poem of the Missing

There’s an ache inside the heart
from an absent, missing part.
Missing all the moments
I can’t be with you.

There’s a sentiment of loss
like a sad, tearful moss.
A cloak that grows and hides 
memories of you.

There’s a sigh inside the chest
for a hope, a wish that’s best.
The faith that some day soon
I'll again see you.

There's a victory of love
and faith in those above.
The knowledge of the plan
brings me back to you.

-by roy hayward. 

 For all who've had a loved one go on ahead.

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