Stone Sigh

The stone sigh lent an air of biblical intent,

The stone silent as forgotten images of lent.

When yellow finches light on gray remnants of cement,

They sing of yesterdays of time and love well spent.

I will forever live in carefree days of youth,

I will forever strive to retain ends of truth.

Thus, rainbow hues of happy memories, forsooth

Must take me back to hidden ways and bitter ruth.

©2015 Linda L Labin, PhD


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