Just One More Day
Just One More Day
One more day, mother, but not with you so sick;
We would walk your fragrant garden and flowers pick.
Make some jasmine tea and just sit and talk,
Oh sweet mother, you are still my anchor and my rock.
I would tell you of my day and you would also,
In life, this deep sorrow and pain, I must sadly swallow.
Oh sweet mother, you are still my anchor and my rock,
One day, it will be me who on that golden gate will knock.
I'll be seeing you, was the music playing that sad day,
And in my heart and soul, that song will always play and stay.
I would tell you stories and we would laugh also,
In life, this deep sorrow and pain, I must sadly swallow.
My grief is deep and forever but full of sweet beauty,
I sat by your bed waiting for your death, with love not duty.
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December 2, 2015
Couplet
Submitted to the contest, Any Couplet You Wish,
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
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Submitted to the contest, Just One More Day,
sponsor, Laura Urbaniak
Second Place
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