Ashen on white linen you lay
Holding my hand asking me to stay
And as before we would often fight
But the blacksheep weeps tonight.
I am so glad we made our peace
And declared our love to keep
A gentle watch over one another
For today I lost my mother.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: An old poem written for when my mother passed
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