I Once Was Blind But Now I See - Echoing the Long Night

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Echoing the Long Night

There is a time when the night was echoing for it was a time of being lugubrious.
A sadness so great was within me that I hate to remember the time.
With echoing the long night was the clamoring of the bells peeling as they played a haunting melody.
This is a time I choose to forget but only bring it up to share with you, my readers.
The thought of the echoing of the night is a time that is infamous.
A feeling of mourning and sorrow accompany this time of my memory.
The night?
Was when I was there to see my mom nearly for the last time.
I did see Mom the next day but not like I twas the night before.
I will always remember the time of looking out the window to see the little boy Mom saw.
But to my dismay I wasn't able to see a little boy for we were on the third story;
of the hospital.
I will cherish the time I had with Mom and always remember the echoing of the night.
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