The Pain of Death Lives On
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My dearest Mom, forty-and-eight years gone,
although to me, it seems like yesterday.
You were too young to leave this earth at dawn
that dark, regretful, cold September day.
I feel your presence more than I can say
because I know your spirit lives in me-
yet miss together times I hoped would be
had not, your death left each of us alone.
Dear mom, please know that not a day does flee
that I don't miss your smile and love I've known.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: How Death Has Affected Me
Sponsor: Lu Loo
Judged: 01/11/2020
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2019
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