Adieu, Mum
Some Tears Will Never Dry
Can this stream of tears ever dry?
It won't stop, however I try.
Its floods expand the more I cry,
Each droplet hot enough to fry.
So gentle souls could soar this high,
That birds above might only sigh.
Too soon, too soon for you to die—
Dear Mum, why didn't you wave goodbye?
Your wisdom now in silence caged,
Your bones left with time still unchanged.
Your soul wears gowns, no longer staged;
You dance now—free, fully assuaged.
You left when ripe in golden age,
And walked away a gentle sage.
Your birthdays turn like an old page,
No laughter lights your vanished stage.
Adieu!
As God forever reigns as King,
May you find rest beneath His wing.
May your true voice in triumph sing,
And in His love eternal cling.
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