Comfort or Be Comforted
Here is my entry for comfort you will find other entries here.
My sister comforting her SammySams.
He was 14 yrs old when he went home.
Sweet Sorrow
by Deb Maciorowski©
A day of sweet sorrow
Will there be a tomorrow?
How can this be?
I can’t imagine life without thee.
It is true, presently we are apart
But yet there’s joy in my heart.
Try that I may to not shed a tear
Oh, tomorrow come near.
For, someday my sweet sorrow.
I will see that tomorrow.
Until then, dear Prince of Peace
Hold close my beloved deceased.
