The Poetry of cecil

I hear you sobbing,
In the other room,
Away from me another day,
Grieving in your own way,
A continual crying.

I wish there was a way,
For me to comfort,
To absorb in me the pain
To make you smile again,
Getting you passed today.

But I can’t.

Today is for sorrow,
Honor of a grim passing,
No one can replace him,
A confidant and friend,
Guidance you could follow.




cecil’s poetry