I hear my mother calling me;
she's just beyond the veil.
I'm still a prisoner in life,
a kind of mortal jail.
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You're still young A long way to run - Your mum is proud of you!
I cannot hurry things along; let God's own will be done, and He alone let it be known when my race has been run./// beautiful poem penned; excellent expression
How do you do it? One gem after another!