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When The End Of August Comes

Each year when the summer begins to fade,
the sadness returns and flashbacks run wild.
I stopped viewing life through eyes of a child,
innocence sliced by a double-edged blade.

Still I am haunted by losing them both
so close together, in only two weeks.
But when they are needed, each of them speaks,
telling me love is a forever oath.

With summer’s farewell, the autumn is met
bringing me days when I feel less bereft.
My wounds will heal from the memories left
of two loving parents I won’t forget.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 8/6/14 prompt at Creative Bloomings “Inform Poets” to write an elegy.

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