Chantilly Lace

The challenge at Real Toads yesterday was to write a poem inspired by lace. This is for my MJ.

MJ  23March1997 - 8May2014

MJ 23March1997 – 8May2014

 

 

Chantilly lace
the finest quality
black silk transformed
into a mourning veil,
a delicate shroud,
to shield my
red, swollen eyes
from the stares
of the world around me.
My heart and soul
lies in a dead heap
waiting for Mother
Earth to reclaim
his broken body.
My heart and soul
dies a little bit
at the thought of life
without his undying love.