A WIDOWER'S PLEA

Kneel me down,
upon her comforter of grass,
open my heart and undo the clasp.

Let emptiness feel fulfillment
as her memory permeates my soul.

Give me relief from the years
I've known un-whole.

Wipe my brow with the soft flutter
from the wing of a dove.

Dry my tears with a warm spring breeze
and restore my love.

Lift me up: To your angel,
I give my hand.

Heal this broken heart so it
can feel again.



©Lonnie D. Chevrie Sr.
10-26-00

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