Six fathoms deep my mother lies
Yet I walk above, how my heart cries!
O' Lord of the world, O' Master of the skies,
Thou hast all powers on who lives or dies.
Grant her paradise, grant her peace, O' Wise!
Grant her all love; Thy greatness who denies?
Six fathoms deep my mother lies
It's been a year now - how my heart cries...
A love filled cry from a grieving heart. A very special poem in the form of a plea.
Thank you for this
Keith
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Rachel Moore
Fri 13th Mar 2020 15:06
Grief so rarely spoken about, yet felt by us all......beautiful poem!