Patti Masterman


Death Brings Gifts - Poem by Patti Masterman

Death brings gifts
When he comes to call:
There's peace of mind
Behind the pall.

No more worries;
Breathing-free,
Beneath the ground,
Some long to be.

Death brings a gift,
A special boon:
Solitude's yours,
Neath a crying moon;

Finally missed,
By the near and far;
Now that you're gone-
How special you are!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 26, 2010



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