A young life

That never got the chance to be,

A flower plucked from life

Before it had the chance to bloom.

The sadness is in the loss.

But grief is not real,

It is an illusion

A way of coping with

With what could have been.

Just as winter fades:

Into the glory of spring

So from your tears

Will love and life be re born.

Thanks wallace......We all walk along the road of life, Just doing the best that we can. Through either by your words your actions, you make a fellow travellers journey easier .....

Your own journey is made lighter and brighter