Waves gently lapping upon the shore, each carrying away with
the sand, a trouble once before.
Softly sounding, tugging at this heart, bringing forth sadness
and great sorrow.
No where is there life left over from a mother who has died,
just a dead, cold silence forevermore.
Thinking of her, reaching out for her, soundlessly emptiness
haunts this mind, staggering, falling, from it's total
abandonment.
Like the sea once etched in beauty, her life too, was so
beautiful.
Seeing it leave her all too soon, has cast a shadow that has
placed it's everlasting doom in the pathways of our lives.
Casting out moonbeams in the night, darkness stays just the
same within this heart.
(7: 02 a.m. - 6/10/89)
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