stood in silence at the graveside
words of hope and comfort spoken
only nineteen years, she’d been here
ere the fragile link’d been broken
flowers, tears; of those were many –
murdered, she’d been, in her sleep –
muddled haze of speechless sorrow,
leaves that blow in rustled sweep
one girl tearful leaves an apple
on her dead best friend’s headstone
sitting there amid the mourners
red and gleaming, all alone
asked my mother, why an apple?
she said, this, the last love known;
it’s salvation’s apple, for those
cut down ere their fruit was shown
o, why must the peaceful suffer?
cut down early, ere they bloom?
bring us all salvation’s apple
peace at last, beyond
the tomb
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When Childhood Ends
Write about a defining moment in your life when you were forced to grow up in an instant (or a series of instants).
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