Too painful to separateA Chapter by Lyn AndersonThere were threeRoadside crosses mark the spaces Where someone's someone breathed their last The crosses in my head dot places and faces Of all the someones who left this world too fast Each scar digs a little deeper, Than the cuts of the one before, But girlie, your cross, it's a keeper -- A rope, a tree, and nothing more. ...This time of year Will always be Yours. The melancholy butterflies Touch the traces Of where you were And where You would have been There's not a summer I don't see them And still I wonder Why? Sisters Joined in Unity A trinity Lost to infinity Before they even Knew - Only one Left standing To share The burden Of their mother's
Pain. © 2018 Lyn AndersonAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorLyn AndersonToronto, Ontario, CanadaAboutI write under a pseudonym. I don't do Read Requests, but you can PM me if you want me to read something specific. I make friends with people who I read and interact with. I won't accept random reque.. more..Writing
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