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A second time Grief visited my heart When mom into the sunset had to depart: A pervasive sense of loss and distress Painted my days deep black, I confess. Sorrow and suffering held me closely tight To have me stubbed everywhere in fright. Feelings of guilt and denial had me realize I had been intensely beaten - and my cries Into a dark dungeon kept my soul in ties. A feeble light slowly came in. My jail got bright When mom and dad as two angels came on site. They were fine and wanted me to see the light. They promised to come back one day to hold my hand In crossing to the other side and in bliss - stand. They smiled and helped me open my jail door So I could walk away from my sorry plight. Then home I ran, the magic castle I adore To rebuild what Grief had ruined in its flight. |
