The Bridge
While taking a walk I came upon a bridge
It was sparkling silver just above a ridge
A small person in grey waved me her way
While crossing I stopped last time along the way
Looking around should I go or stay
Decided to go her way
As I got near saw my dear Ma surrounded by clover
I was now a step from going over
Yes, I was heading to heaven
My journey over at age seventy seven
Copyright © James Lomerson | Year Posted 2023
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