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Final Days
(to my mother who died Feb 22nd 2010)
In your final days I looked deeper
Into your eyes that somehow pleaded;
I fear I looked too deeply
So that the sorrow seared my soul
And I found it hard to let you go.
How strange that the places you once filled
Seem so very empty at this moment
And little things come to mind all the time,
They are hardest of all to bear.
It is too quiet without your voice
Too dark without your smile.
So I keep myself busy all the time,
Rushing here and rushing there,
Trying to hide the sorrow I always feel
But I promised you in those last few days
That I would never leave you alone
And I won't-you will always be with me,
Always be woven into my very being.
In your final days I looked deeper
Into your eyes that somehow pleaded;
I fear I looked too deeply
So that the sorrow seared my soul
And I found it hard to let you go.
How strange that the places you once filled
Seem so very empty at this moment
And little things come to mind all the time,
They are hardest of all to bear.
It is too quiet without your voice
Too dark without your smile.
So I keep myself busy all the time,
Rushing here and rushing there,
Trying to hide the sorrow I always feel
But I promised you in those last few days
That I would never leave you alone
And I won't-you will always be with me,
Always be woven into my very being.
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Final Days
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