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Springing into Memory
Fourteen years this day,
Since you went away.
As a dying ember on the floor,
My memory carries you no-more.
And even though I know,
I had to let you go.
It's strange this time of year,
How I always shed a tear.
My heart permeates with pain,
Knowing I'm never to see you again.
All the rest year round,
I hardly er make a sound.
Saving to remember in waves,
This impromptu nostalgia it gave;
Me occasion to remember,
Not all at once, but sporadically without splendour.
But with peace in my soul in the knowing,
The reasons for all life's unknowing's.
All's in God's plan,
Unknown by man.
Yet when spring nears it's end,
I'm at a loss once again.
Every year is the same,
Time takes no fragment of the pain.
And still I always hope that next year,
My grief is less, though your still not here.
And when May ends,
And the wind bends.
It takes along,
My mournful song.
Then until the next spring,
On thoughts of you I will not cling.
And continue on every day,
Pushing your memory further away.
For to give it home in my head,
Would merely make the pain spread.
So I think of you rarely,
And remember you barely.
And I pray that in heaven your well,
And you forgive me my protecting shell.
But my love for you never dies,
Even if I keep no memory of your eyes.
Our love will continue forever,
Long after I'm gone into never.
So trust that I do,
Always, forever, love you.
And rest in peace my dear Mother.