It is no secret how much I admire Dona Lou Pearson's poetry or how well I think she writes. The words of this poem ring so true and tug at my heartstrings. - poetheart 08/10/01
Where once there was a gaping wound,
A bleeding source of awful pain, a scar
Now healed, is but reminder of the past,
It tells my heart that all is not forgotten
Though my sorrow and my pain don't last,
And as the grass will overgrow and cover
Where once a plot of ground,
Or even where a graveyard once was seen,
So time erodes away the knife of sharpest pain
Leaving behind dimmed memory of its edge.
So it is with every tragic loss,
Of friend or lover,
And life goes on to build a comfort-hedge
That walls the pain away from daily life,
And so the scars remain, but fade with time,
I see them, but no longer feel the ache,
I know this tapestry of life is not complete
With only threads of joy to lend their hue,
The darker threads of sorrow belong, too,
Thus bitter herbs I contrast with the sweet,
To tell from falsehood
All that does ring true
by Dona Lou Pearson