Did you really go that cold dark night
It felt impossible to me yet it was true
The blanket that was black should have been white
You felt the dark was near you wanted light
Each morning as you woke the curtains drew
Did you really go that cold dark night
As time went on you seemed to lose your sight
We sat with you one time the whole night through
The blanket that was black should have been white
Sometimes it seemed so hard to not take fright
The time for death’s approach that week close grew
Did you really go that cold dark night
You laid there on your bed I held you tight
I wondered just how much you really knew
The blanket that was black should have been white
Soon soon your breathing changed you took your flight
Your hand that I had held turned deathly blue
Did you really go that cold dark night
The blanket that was black should have been white
Beautiful 🖤
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Thankyou. It was about my mum xx
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Hugs! ❤ ❤ so sorry! This poem is so sad!
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Wow, this is very poignant! I love the contrast between the white “blanket” of snow and the black “blanket” of death and grief.
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