#English #Sonnets #poetry
Wandering through the back roads of my mind,
Memories appear like old and dear friends.
Laughing faces of parents â ties that bind,
Belovéd son, gone too soon, my heart bends,
With the strain of grief, the place that love goes,
When someone dies before their time - too young.
Here in my heart my love, like a flower, grows;
Wrapped around my words, like songs to be sung.
Song lyrics bring me peace and some solace.
Music soothes my angst laden, broken soul.
My mind tries to create peace in my innerspace.
I am healing myself â striving to be whole.
Leaving the past behind me, just letting go.
Living in the here and now â that blessĂ©d flow.
©đŠVixenOfVerse, 2026

