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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required (Just my 3rd submission. Don't worry, I won't number everyone of them! Just so that readers are aware that I am new to writing, and more so submitting.) (( I lost my Mom on July 4th 2010. It was pretty tough on me, honestly. Still tough now, and her passing date was this month. Kinda made it a day unable to forget. My first 3 writings are of death. I'm certainly not all about death, but sad things get to me, and then I tend to find myself wallowing in it, playing music to it, and sometimes writing )) Rose into the sunset my everything, my Mom making sure I'm safe, happy, loved and calm thankless job of a Mom She's now an angel and watches me from above I can sense her presence I can still feel the love Mom had four of us but never made a fuss she loved each one of us She wanted her freedom from all the suffering and pain I so wanted her to stay but for my own gain I let her go that day wasn't easy but she couldn't stay too much pain, much too tired to be pain free is all she desired Time to go she said goodbye all I could do was cry and cry It was the fourth of July her pain about to end she chose this day for freedom off she went to ascend her time on earth came to an end Do not cry the preacher told me for it was her time the Lord called upon her no more mountains to climb So she smiles from above like a gentle dove watches over me with all a mother's love -James R. Lutz
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