The Wind Whispers

The wind whips silently through the frosty night

The grave's granite cold to the touch

I carress your name as it is carved in the cold stone

 

 

My tiny angel that I once had loved

Holding so tightly in my cold hands

You have no idea how much I miss you

 

The wind rapes my hair

and tears penetrate my cheeks

I never thought Id lose you

But one day you where gone

 

The breeze touches my fear

I swear I hear your voice

The rain races down my face

The tears I saw you cry

 

Im down on my knees

Begging God to please keep you safe!

My precious baby

Who I never thought Id lose.

 

The wind whips silently through the frosty night

The grave's granite cold to the touch

I carress your name as it is carved in the cold stone

 

And I cry.

Reviews

[Michael X]

such is desperation as emotional pain associated with, or characterized by feelings of disadvantage, loss, despair, helplessness, sorrow, and rage.
these feelings of certain plight, surrounding then consuming the heart,
this is beauitfully expressed but tragic hopelessness, talented work ^_^

[Livenrite]

Very sad but well written poem. Very good choice in words. Write some more poems! You are good at it!

[Coyote Poetry]

Poem tells a very sad story. Losing a child leave us empty till we can see them again. Description was very good. A proper ending to the emotion of losing a child. Tears. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Ryan Falzon - Tymon]

Quite sad and very well written, sent a shiver down my spine.

[Scandalous]

Thank you very much Mark :)

[Mark]

ooh, I feel cold when I read this. You are a great poet as well.