This poem is about after Ashley died.
My Loss, Not Hers
Just the day before
I gazed upon her face,
pale,
yet peaceful.
I gazed upon her face,
pale,
yet peaceful.
Tears stream down
my cheeks
today.
As everything is
shared
that I never even knew.
my cheeks
today.
As everything is
shared
that I never even knew.
I learned more
in those two days
than I did
in two years
as her friend.
in those two days
than I did
in two years
as her friend.
I watched her grow up
in pictures,
something
I didn’t see
for myself.
in pictures,
something
I didn’t see
for myself.
Our families were close,
and time flew by
when we came together.
Then schedules changed,
and there was no time.
and time flew by
when we came together.
Then schedules changed,
and there was no time.
I hadn’t seen her
for so long,
and now
we’ll never
talk again.
for so long,
and now
we’ll never
talk again.
It feels so odd
that she’s
u
n
d
e
r
g
r
o
u
n
d.
But,that she’s
u
n
d
e
r
g
r
o
u
n
d.
as her pastor said,
we are crying
for our loss,
not hers,
for she has no pain.
Tears stream down
my cheeks
today,
for my loss
not hers.
I will see her
in heaven.
I submitted this for a writing competition. Even though, it didn't win, one of my other poems did. If you want to see them jus comment! (I LOVE writing poetry, especially for people to read.)