NaPoWRiMo Day 4: write a poem about the cruelest month

Jon1February, your cold and icy breath

brings white-hot pain and tears,

memories of what cannot be undone,

what cannot be forgotten,

of a face, well-loved and dearly missed,

gone in this harsh month

to lay beneath your snowy, frozen blanket

leaving my broken, bereft heart to mourn

every passing year, your cruelty.

About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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One Response to February

  1. Mary K Putt says:

    I love your poem, it’s sentiment. Raw and poignant. Despite how many will explain it to me, I do not understand the cruelty of lives cut short. Life is precious. Live, love and soak in all the moments you’re given. Jon did.

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