Echoes Of Grief

Sun shines bright on a glorious day,
Clouds in her heart will not go away

Grief seems her constant friend,
Replaying her loss, again and again

Plucked away in the prime of life
Wishing she could rewind the hands of time

Rustling wind drowns out gentle sobs
Her cries echo, “Why? Why?”
“Was this really your hand?”

Leaves rustle thru the trees
Despondent, she falls to her knees

Hearing stanzas of a woman in chains,
Listening expectantly for someone to call her name

Bound, imprisoned, restrained
Hoping for Freedom’s sweet refrain

Becky J. Miller
Warrior Princess

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