On Burying a Husband
Another funeral.
A well-lived fruitful life.
We sang hymns
To comfort my friend.
But oh
The long long nights
I search for you
on the rim of memory
listening for a silenced voice
and footsteps that never come.
The darkness swells and grows
The stillness deafens.
Laurel Lamperd
Simple but very moving. Cuts to the bone, more effective that way I think.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful work Laurel.
Thanks, Rosalie. I hope the reader likes my next Regency, which I'm half way through, as much.
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