When It Is Time
The way you held
and bathed
all those children,
may death have such tender,
such efficient hands.
July 29, 2016 by Rosemerry
When It Is Time
The way you held
and bathed
all those children,
may death have such tender,
such efficient hands.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged death, parenting, poem, poetry | 1 Comment
Amen.