Grief's Villanelle

I am not a poet, but I do write poems for class, when I have to.

No small kind words could ease the sting
In her eyes thereís no expression
She never says a single thing

She does not care what day will bring
None can replace what she has lost
No small kind words could ease the sting

There was a time she used to sing
Lullabies she knew so well then
She never says a single thing

On this sad night the phone did ring
The news was brisk, detached and cold
No small kind words could ease the sting

Death took him under itís black wing
A mother once, but now no more
She never says a single thing

There is no hope to with to cling
Light cannot reach her in this hell
No small kind words could ease the sting
She never says a single thing

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