Where The Children Used To Play Poem by Uriah Hamilton

Where the Children Used to Play

By Uriah Lee Hamilton


The immense lonely grief of death
is rolling over everyone like the high summer heat
falling in droplets of tears and sweat.

I can hardly sleep at night
listening to the thunderous silence
of so much disappearance and absence.

I want to go into the park
where the children used to play
and simply weep.

but I walk alone onto the veranda
and commune with the Iris flowers.

10: 30 PM 5-31-2022