From Sorrow to Thanksgiving - a shadorma
Peace comes in
the morning after
grief has run
its course. The
sorrow of loss gives way to
bring smiles and laughter,
the hurting heart. We give thanks
for the years we had.
In honor of our cat, Max. RIP
Shadorma syllable count 3/5/3/3/7/5
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2016
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