Sonnet

This is a sonnet I wrote for my mom, who passed away September 25.

September Twenty-Fifth

That day, insidiously, death had crept

to you, The thief snatched you from this world

and strangled you which is hard to accept,

Then my nightmare featuring grief unfurled.

 

For vicious rip currents of my thoughts suck

me in, an endless whirlwind of nothing,

Waves of anger crash onto me, ill luck

haunting me, its icy grip is stunning.

 

But, time continues, life does not yield,

For I would give anything to be with

you again, hear your precious voice once more,

I will never forget the twenty-fifth.

 

I loved you much more than you ever knew, 

And hope you are proud of all that I do.

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GREAAAAAATTTTTTT WRITINGG:')
MY DEAREST CONDOLENCES 💔
STAY STRONG,PLEASE :(