No Rhyme Nor Reason

 
No rhyme nor reason
Nor the season
Just the treason
Of memories vast

Was not faking
Nor forsaking
Only the raking
Over coals from the past

Somewhat doleful
Just a bit soulful
Mountain from a mole hill
Grieving does last

Getting an earful
Tinny but fearful
Surely a year full
Of pains that rasp

But still grieving
Without deceiving
Just happy believing
My heart's in his grasp

Mar 24, 2026     Mary E. Adair

 

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