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Updated on March 12, 2011


It was the dead of winter,
a snowy covered ground.
You lie upon your bed to sleep,
and no one heard a sound.

It was the dormant stage,
the season you were in.
You chose to hurt no one,
you chose to go alone.

In the stillness of the night,
I saw a starlit sky.
I felt a sense of solitude,
as I waved to say goodbye.

Of the many roads you walked on,
the places that you've been.
you were always in good company,
not this one, this one was just your own.

You're meeting someone else,
someone so dear to you,
that's all you ever wanted,
since the day he left you too.

Serenity and peace,
contentment on your side.
I'm happy for you both,
I raise my head in pride.

18 February 2002

"It's been said, "the end of the world comes to everyone", mine was when my mother died."
Brad Meltzer, "Meltzer Decoded"


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    • schoolmarm profile image

      schoolmarm 6 years ago from Florida

      Beautiful poem. Very sorry for your loss.

    • Amy Becherer profile image

      Amy Becherer 6 years ago from St. Louis, MO

      Sad in your missing her, but so generous in your knowing she joins with her soulmate. Beautiful tribute timely in it's proximity to Mother's Day.