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Ashes, Ashes
There was a nursery rhyme
We used to sing.
It made us smile,
But we always knew it had a darker meaning.
Ring around the rosy
Your rosy and bright smile
Your gentle presence
Brought joy and comfort to everyone around you.
Pocket full of posey
You had so many gifts.
You gave to others with such joy,
But now you’ve left us.
Ashes, ashes
That’s all I see
I always write about how God brings hope instead of ashes,
But now all I can see is ashes.
We all fall down
Is there no hope?
Does everyone fall?
Are there only ashes?
By Rose Kirby
Thank you for reading my poem, "Ashes, Ashes." This poem is for the times that feel hopeless. Sometime we need to sit with grief and questions, but in spite of the ashes, I do still believe in hope. If you need someone to talk to, please contact me. Click here to read more of my writing.
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