The love that seems to weather
through welting, bruising times.
Angry souls yet linger on
exceeding elders time.
Cleansing hearts of son's now grown,
the one who died too soon.
Gave me sweetly wisdoms kiss,
so now I carry on.
Pasing strengh I seem to get,
from memory's eyes and ears.
Hoping love soon will harvest
in our world.
These words within a whisper
my son I give to you.
I hope it will be a harvest,
I hope it will be.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Exceeding Elders Time
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Sacrifice a debt, deeply carved.
Thoughts that do not wait through time.
Emotional. Thank you for opening me.
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Wow. Great Post ur words take me on a trip. Can remember grieving it just amazing what words can do.
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