Calling A Loved One Gone - Rondel Poetry
“Grandma, can you hear me? I can’t climb any higher.” My voice can only reach so loud. I miss you and hope you have found to rest a lovely, lovely cloud If I told you my tears were of happiness you’d realize I am a liar Do you remember picking berries in the briar? “She makes the best berry pies in... Sign in to see full entry.