Tuesday, 24 November 2015



Human joy
Will last for a little;
the sorrow
Goes on.
But if there are two the sorrow
Is share; the burden
Yet for some sorrow
To have a partner in it
Doubles the sorrow.
So she could be a crutch
To his illness; he a sling
In her bereavements.
But the hunger, the craving,
The childlessness meant
Two sorrows to them.

But there was an inkling
Of a Third to share with:
For she prayed.

1 comment:

I'm glad to hear how this strikes you!