judith parsons Poems

Your twighlight years were fraught with fears,
you often knew not, what was what.
People, faces, who were so dear,
became confusing and unclear.
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The mist of memory dulled your mind
it took away some precious time.
Years have flown, but in that space,
we still could see your happy face.
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80 hoped but not achieved
now we're just totally bereaved
life has been too short a trip.
18 more were what we wanted
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your support and love was always a given
with plenty to share for all of us here
if sometimes a little extra was needed
you always found strength to battle us through
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