This Pain Is Still Deep
Time and essence shouldn't make anyone
forget the memory of a dear one,
would love be unforgettable
and profoundly thoughtful
to each mourning soul:
if it only gave its joy while living?
Do ineradicable memories fade
when the one we cherish is gone
and we don't carry inside that happy feeling?
Years have passed more swiftly than seasons,
the Easter Redbuds have finally bloomed today,
and their lively color delight everybody's senses;
they see me staring at them to praise their beauty!
It's early May, it's a dreary day
and awfully chilly, but mom's smile
is always gleeful, serene, warm, and very bright;
and although she's no longer alive:
I honor her tender and sweet memory...
even in the darkest moments that deny their light!
Let these flowing tears born out of sorrow...
fall as the morning dew falls from sunflowers;
this pain is still deep, and turning into a shallow:
I reach above and my grieving suddenly vanishes!
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