Wednesday, 15 July 2015

Communication 48



Chloe Come Home

embers burning, days of toiling
  all pardons are passed to judge
silence ponders our place of rest
  all bearers pass the grudge

widowers walk contemplating “together”
  silencing their fair faint whisper
tears taunt a morsel of a memory,
  I can tell how much you miss her

beyond the cries of those who ache
  still missing and misusing guilt
mother tried to pen her feelings
  though affections ink’s been spilt

this love frail hampered heart
  beckons beyond it’s breast bone
father’s lost amid the final wasteland,
  now I am alone, Chloe come home!

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