With such kind words we hail the departed, Condolence effused o’re the brokenhearted, but how, in life, those words unsaid flow freely now upon the dead. Words once held and ‘nary spoken ring false upon the heart that’s broken. What is it in death that makes one say what would not be said on a prior day? Follow: FB, Instagram: WVPoetrygirl
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I lost someone recently and this poem strikes a chord with me. We always wish we said more.
Thank you. Yes, we do. I lost my mom in June. She was locked down in a nursing home due to the corona virus. Only got to see her on her last day, so that was sad. Thanks for your comments.