Hayden Catherine Clark January 2009

A Palindrome hurts both coming and going.

Hayden Catherine Clark
In the soft glow sits a Grandfather, heart in sorrow
A granddaughter lost, no hope for tomorrow.
In the quiet of the night, tears fall, with no sound.
A life that was blooming, now in the ground
Buried there a piece of his soul
In the ground, a life that was blooming
With no sound, tears fall in the quiet of the night.
Tomorrow, no hope for a granddaughter lost.
In sorrow sits a Grandfather, heart in the soft glow.

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Written for the "The Writer's Cramp"  Write a Palindrome max of 15 lines 10/21/23