
The ache of empty years
brought me to my knees
echoes hidden in the shadows
roused me from my sleep
and I was lost in my misery
until I came to know
that sometimes the echoes
are all that heaven allows
© Ann Bagnall

The ache of empty years
brought me to my knees
echoes hidden in the shadows
roused me from my sleep
and I was lost in my misery
until I came to know
that sometimes the echoes
are all that heaven allows
© Ann Bagnall