Yesterday's Grace
Her final gift was a crimson package
Topped with a neat little bow
Tied with utmost care and love
It laid forgotten in my closet
But yesterday it was again found
And my eyes became misty
So I chased the shadow of past steps
And found myself at the beach
My heartbeat frantic
My tears fueled a blazing tempest
My thoughts were jumbled
And I dropped the gift on the shore
As I fell upon my knees
My hands fiddled with the bow
And I lifted the lid
To harvest what laid within
Yesterday's grace
For within the crimson package
Nothing was to be found
But a sentence written upon paper
With her last words
"You made me proud"
4/9/2018
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2018
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