Death Brings Gifts Poem by Patti Masterman
Death Brings Gifts
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!
Monday, April 26, 2010
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