Spiritual Poetry posted May 15, 2020


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True Story of my daughter's traumatic graduation day

A Graduation In Grief

by Seville Bates

You would not know,
It would be so,
Until that fateful Fall,
You'd stand in line,
Await your time,
The Dean, your name to call.

Picked up your cell,
You knew me well,
You listened, as I cried,
You'd be alone,
In Twilight Zone,
The day your brother died.

So shocked and numb,
Who would then come,
To stand there by your side?
No time to grieve,
You could not leave,
Nothing but pain inside,

A girl named Von,
Who'd lost her mom,
Not quite one year before,
Saw you faint,
She took restraint,
Before you'd hit the floor.

Prepare, life won't,
For death, it don't,
Alert for time and place,
Don't be dismayed,
Never afraid,
An angel, you'll embrace.

Though school is done,
Lessons still come,
Death is a part of Life,
To just ignore,
And close the door,
To grief, will cause us strife.

Your brother sleeps,
Please be at peace,
For now you understand,
He could not know,
He had to go,
For God made other plans.



Empathy with Grief writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt
Write a poem of any style that shows empathy for the grief of another human being. There are no line length requirements.


A picture doesn't always tell the whole story. She had received the fateful call minutes before shaking the Dean's hand as she received her Bachelor's degree on Mother's Day, May 10, 2015. She is now a PhD candidate, with published work and dedicates all of her accomplishments to the loving memory of her brother.
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