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SPIRIT

Dark night fell

When life's blood was spilt - cold

A last breath stolen - murdered

young

With no hand to hold

With no chance of growing old

 

Hearts broken

As Mother's spirit

Is softly spoken

Strong

 

Eyes focused through tears

Through years of emotion

With hopes alive

Doubled beyond jeopardy

 

Tides change

                   Roll ashore

                                    New waves surface

                                                                 And in sails justice

 

 

◄ OVER BY CHRISTMAS?

Maternal Beacon ►

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Dave D Poet Rhumour

Mon 27th Feb 2012 14:35

A sad tale Mike - parents losing a child of any age must experience a void that can never be filled... Best wishes, Dave

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