While I was Thinking
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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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