Valley of Death
Time stood still for six long days,
From death to burial, it’s one long haze.
The ticking stopped, earth held her breath.
While we walked through the valley of death.
The cars still sped, and people rushed by;
For they didn’t know it was our turn to cry.
Life’s begun once again…we take cautious steps;
Nothing’s the same, though…heartache just can’t forget.
© 2007 Pamela J. Jung, All Rights Reserved