It Was One of Those Mornings
It was a morning that began like any other,
until I got the call about my dying mother.
I hurried home, drove so fast.
Before I got there, she had passed.
It was a morning that began like any other,
I knew she was free and no longer had to suffer.
I awoke with a smile on my face,
knowing that she was in a better place.
Copyright © Sienna Ethylpen | Year Posted 2016
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