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Until Later
I count the passing of the days.
with tears that mark the grey veils task,
and note life’s sad and passing ways
which called my mother home at last.
I find in me the weight of lead
My soul too slow to flee earth's drag
And think of words your heart had said
knowing time apart does lag.
Yet in your promise much is told
And through memories, new portraits etched
That those who knew your loving soul
Saw reflected in you...Heaven stretched.
Now I sit upon the rivers edge
oft thinking of the other side.
And make a solemn hopeful pledge
That someday with you I'll abide.
Hurt is often carings cost.
I accept the heartache, endure pain.
Knowing that which this realm has lost,
has now become sweet Heavens gain..
poem
by
Perry Biggerstaff
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