Colin F. Jones

DEATH: MY SADNESS

Colin F. Jones: Death: My Sadness Her face doth haunt me each and every hour,
Her face, as white as paste so cold and dead
All gone the beautiful colours of the flower
All gone her lovely petals have been shed
Each day I rise to greet her but she’s gone
No more to hear soft wisdom in my ear
Oh God! What worth is sky that lacks a sun
What good a heart that’s lost of all its cheer
I try to think beyond that fatal day
I try to see her as she then appeared
But all I see is her sweet face so grey
So cold and lifeless! My mother so revered
What life is this that one so faithful dies
Racked with pain with love still in her eyes?