Make My Sorrow Pride

A Memorial Day poem in which a mourner begs for relief from pain: Make my sorrow pride. Enter me with light. Mourning turns to morning, Or so I would believe. Reach me with your tide. Inundate this blight. Awaken me with longing, Lest I live to grieve. Deaf, dumb, blind inside, All I am is night, Yet too frail to leave. © by Nicholas Gordon Audio and Video Music: If You Close Your Eyes I’m Still with You. By Late Night Feeler. Music free to use at YouTube. To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/makem2.html. For more Memorial Day poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/memorialdaypoems.html .