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Grief Poem - Seasons Change


September 4, 2020

The flowers bloom, then fade and die, about like humans do.

We’re born, we bloom, and hopefully, we choose to follow YOU.

Each living thing has a season, like worm to butterfly.

We’re not green leaves, turn orange and drop; we do our best — we try.

Parents, siblings, child, or our spouse, we’re all to travel on …

From dawn to dusk, they lived each day, till one day “they” moved on.

Inside our hearts, whatever day, our “aching” never ends.

Your leaving us left grief and tears, a wound that does not mend.

My joyfulness went with you, dear; my happiest times of all....

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