Sorrow Song
by Theodora Goss

Sorrow, Sorrow, come to me,
comb my hair,
lay out the dress I planned
to wear.
Let it be my wedding dress
or my shroud.
Luckily, white linen
does not fade.
Walk with me, hand in hand,
by the sea shore,
collecting multicolored shells,
watching the billows and the swells
as the waves cast their spells –
listening to the song they sing,
beckoning, beckoning,
like the song you sang
so long ago
as you rocked my cradle,
dear Sorrow.

(The image is On the Seashore by George Elgar Hicks.)