by Geoff G. Turner
My sadness today knows no bounds
As I sit here attempting to scribble verbs and nouns
I cannot laugh; I sigh and frown
My thoughts are confused; I can't think clear
Whilst you are far away, yet physically near
I speak – I do not know if you can hear
I cannot begin to understand
Why are you being taken from this land?
Have you been selected for some eternal plan?
And now as the end of your life draws near
I do not know what to do, or say – I fear
That each breath you breathe will be the last I hear