by J. P. Davies

built her up
made a statue
and then I prayed
that God would take her worry
and bleed it all away

buried my heart
in a jar of oil and water
perfectly preserved
in a state of disarray
a thousand shades of grey

took her memory
and sanctified it
made it holy, made it pure
gave it up to heaven
and removed it from my world


Posted on 11/26/2007
Copyright © 2020 J. P. Davies

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charles M Harrison on 11/26/07 at 11:26 AM

Over the firplace in my heart and mind I have a whole collection of these monuments. Very well done.

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