Thirty Winters Ago

Thirty Winters Ago

 

It’s been thirty years since we laid you to rest on a winter day

The Ground covered with snow,forming a blanket where you’d lay

 

Wind rustling through trees,calling out your name as If In prayer

Mother you died so young!,I thought holding back a tear.

 

We chose a concrete vault to keep you safe from the cold

As we bowed our heads in prayer,It was your story that we told

 

Someone who suffered since youth,from pain and sorrow

And gave us hope,to face the trials of tomorrow

 

Two teenage children you left but not without your love

To get us though the years,we sought  comfort from above


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Synopsis
A poem honoring the 30th anniversary of my moms passing
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