As most of you know, I buried my mother yesterday. I was thinking about it today and these were my thoughts.
Familiar faces, in the saddest of places A hug and an "I love you" A few more wrinkles, still the same old twinkles As we talk about yesterday's news The bitter taste of death, take a deep breath With every handshake, a wet tissue We watch the parade, behind dark shades The file stops to admire the view The sweetest of tears, wash the dust from the years "It's so sad. I'm sorry for your loss." "A second mother to me," "Like a sister, was she." As the sugar gets spilled then tossed But this life is fleet and always bittersweet We learn, to roll with the flow The older we get, the less we regret 'cause how sweet, the bitterness grows by Daniel Turner July 29 2017
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