Dignity and Grace
We all deal with loss at some point.
Its just something we must do.
They are just a hard part of life.
Just something we go through.
Though non of them are easy.
There's one that's like no other.
For nothing quite compares.
To the day you lose your Mother.
She has been there since moment one.
And every moment since.
Which makes it hard to ever speak of her.
While using a past tense.
Mothers pride themselves on teaching us.
Everything we need to know.
Through selflessness and sacrifice.
They strive to help us grow.
Though losing her is without a doubt.
One of the hardest things we face.
We must do everything we can.
To help her pass with dignity and grace.
Copyright © John Berryhill | Year Posted 2013
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