Now thats a poem,Very much aimed at those whove lost their one true love, Never to be replaced.
Jiayne
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Thank you @Jianye for resurrecting this thread. There are some beautiful poems here. Poetry has been a huge part of my grieving, bringing both comfort and tears. The written word can be very powerful.
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So in the church yard she was laid,
And when the grass was dry,
Together round her grave we played.
My brother John and I
And when the ground was white with snow.
And I could run and slide.
My brother John was forced to go
And he lies by her side.
How many are you ,then said I ,
If they two are in heaven!
Quick was the little Maid’s reply.
O master we are seven
But they are dead; those two are dead!
Their spirits are in heaven,’
‘‘Twas throwing words away, for still
The little maid would have her will,
And said ,Nay,we are seven.
The last part of the poem We are Seven from W Wordsworth
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