I’ve had my Dad on my mind lately. He was always there for a kind word and …everything else. God rest his soul.

There is so much pain when a person dies

from the top of your head to the tips of your toes

wet pools sit where once were your eyes

there is so much pain when a person dies

there are no words- just sighs chasing sighs

shallow breaths pull a broken heart in tow

there is so much pain when a person dies

from the top of your head to the tips of your toes

©Vivian Zems

dVerse Poetry- MTB- Repetitive Form- Triolet (AB, aA, abAB)

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