Sweet Angels

I wrote this in my creative writing class over a year ago. 

r.i.p sweet angels: hope fuller, jacob elkin, caleb bond 

Why? 

Cayla Learman 

I sit in a cold and solemn room 

The only noise the peeping of machines 

I search the book I have hung onto for life 

Abraham lived a hundred and seventy-years 
He died at a good old age, full of years 


(I dream now, a celebration of birth 
Another year gone by 
I awake with a tear-soaked face)


Moses lived a hundred and eight years 
He lived and eventful and meaningful life 


(I glance at old pictures now-
Holidays and programs 
I toss them aside)


John the Baptist lived thirty years 
A God-sent messenger 


I stare at the tiny blessing lying in the room 
Motionless and dazed 
Why do I live on? 




Sorrow 
Cayla Learman 


Dedicated to those who have lost a love one 


I shift weight in bed 


The pillow wipes me tear stained face 


I drift back into dream land 


How do I let God have my sorrow? 


How do I let Him overtake this emptiness? 


I walk through the halls at work 


I see your face smile at me 


Like a cloud of dust it vanishes 


How do I not let this grief over take me?


How do I live in happiness and not sorrow? 


I blow out the birthday candles for you now 


A year has passed since you touched my skin 


I shed yet another tear 


When do I let go of the sorrow? 


When do I start living again? 


An image of His son on the cross flashes 


The son's hand reaches for me 


A smile spreads across my face