I hear the whisp’ring of the shadows now
Assuring me twill come aright somehow
I could not bear to see that handsome face
Placed in a box in some secluded place
Of all the things he truly could not be
Confined to earth’s morose eternity,
So God above, who hears a mother’s plea,
Be kind to him and keep him close to Thee !
AMEN.
Tears for the days that are no more
And those we loved who’ve gone before
To leave us here with empty heart
Imagining another start
And wishing for the times long past
All that we knew moved on too fast
To keep us dreaming where they are
We love them still though near or far.
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Claire V. Bogdanos 