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In remembrance

 

All that I can do

Is sit slack jawed 

 And picture you,

A vision of kindness

Nurturing us with

 Clay soaked hands

 

I lost a constant reference,

A personification of grace

 When I lost you 

Now a hazy memory

I can only

Strive to complete and                                  become

From clouded dreams

Of watching you be.

in remembrancesadnessI miss yousad poems

◄ Ode to night

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