TO MOTHER

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

It was a peaceful end
Roses painted upon the air
Gone pain and depression
The room warm and sweet
Like a small childs bedroom
On Christmas morning.

Dignity and not defeat
Her frail body released
Reminding me of nature
And through tears I rejoiced
For I could not be selfish
My mother was finally free.

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