Epitaph to James (Acrostic Poetry competition entry 2025)
My husband how I miss you every day
Your thoughts that lit the room , and too, your smile
Death took you by the hand and lead away
Each hope of joy and love have gone awhile
And so I sit alone, and do await
Redemption in the subtle form of death
Even alone the fire starts t'abate
So solemn is its smouldering, smoky breath
This loneliness does weigh upon my heart
Just me, and cruellest death not concluding
Alive am I. Perhaps, in some small part,
Makes this small life in history books protruding.
Each day I miss you, love, my life, my sun,
Soon we shall meet again, two dead in one
Charli Withers, 16
MY DEAREST JAMES - the subject's dead husband
All acrostic poem titles appear in red in the poetry list
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