Pink buds on a small casket lain
Tears breaking, crushing, dripping, dropping down
Sweet one murdered by evil done
Justice plays out in nightmares while I sleep
Yet hides its face from light of day
I was not supposed to lose a grandchild
Not play, but sit beside her
Just satisfy my soul and stay awhile
She dances with Jesus in heaven’s grass
Knows who I am and how and where
Wanted to stay with her in time and place
Yet knowing how way leads to way
I doubted if I should ever come back
We visit now in thought and dream
And flower, bird, color, joyful song
Because she sees me, I chose right
Will come justice if forever I’ll stand
This is for We’ave Written Weekly prompt #126 to include two lines of Robert Frost‘s The Road Not Taken which you could enter here:
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