I wish that you could return.
These crumbs left behind? No feast.
For the entire cake, I yearn.
My finger’s burned……
…….The lessons learned.
I wish that you could return.
I'm not one who divides music, dance or art into various categories. Either something works, or it doesn't. ~Twyla Tharp
06 Apr 2012 5 Comments
in Mom, Poetry, Six Word Friday Tags: grieving, heartache, loss, mom, poem, Poetry
I wish that you could return.
These crumbs left behind? No feast.
For the entire cake, I yearn.
My finger’s burned……
…….The lessons learned.
I wish that you could return.
Apr 06, 2012 @ 12:39:17
elegant poetry
Apr 06, 2012 @ 15:05:24
thank you.
very much.
Apr 06, 2012 @ 21:26:29
Can’t help but feel the sadness. Hugs.
Apr 07, 2012 @ 09:43:26
thanks. most days are good. but sometimes…
Apr 09, 2012 @ 12:53:07
Wishing. Sometimes it’s all we can do.