So this is death. The silent thief Who came and stole our last goodbyes Now slowly turns the wheels of grief.
My golden girl. No lover and no friend Could blunt those bitter thorns in-turned Which overcame you, shaped the end
Which shocks us all. With one last sigh You turned your face to life's wild chief To end your pain. Your tears are dry
And fall no longer. You'd well earned Your final sunshine, gold to spend On your long journey, as you turned. Death rips a wound no tears can mend.
This poem is from Bear Loveday Tyler's book Love Grenade, published by Survivors’ Poetry in 2006. Loveday was mentored by Robin Ford.
Chosen by Femi Oyebode.
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