February

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.

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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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