Regret

Those sundays are haunting
with heaven's door daunting.
No signature of being taken.
No mention of being mistaken.
Holding back words of fear,
pushing back an angry tear.
Face wrinkling and mind slipping.
Heart sinking and hand gripping.
No fight, so time is pending.
No guilt, so pain is ending.
Sending words unsaid

and love to the unwanted deathbed.

Reviews

[L.G. Knight]

Very well done!

~Frances~

[Lizzy]

Those Sundays. I relate well to this topic as I'm sure many of your readers will, especially since the death of a loved one is something we all have to experience. I like that phrase "those Sundays" because it brings it home, makes it real.