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About This Poem
I Stand Before a Piece of Stone
You took your life and left mine behind
It was before God's own time
I stand before a piece of stone
Etched in memory is your name
Feeling numb, how long will this remain?
I stand before a piece of stone
I see others that have come and gone
The flowers galore represent their song
I stand before a piece of stone
You traded your life to go to heaven
If I had known your pain was so laden ~
Mom now stands before a piece of stone
©Holly P. Moore
November 2012
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