Pure sorrow is deep down in my heart
And from there a mist doesn't depart.
I have my grandmother's diamond.
It still shines in the glistening sun.
Perhaps flowers last eternally,
In heaven as far as we can see.
Sadness and loss knock at my closed door.
No more for me today, I implore.
Gayle Sweeney
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sorrow-117/
