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just for today she forgets | preciousness taken | what can never be
she wants to stay | away from all who knew her | before time moved on |
and took her seedling away | wants no talk of it ever
nights she cannot sleep | for baby's incessant cry | forever silenced
the best medicine | is her child's catching laughter | keeps her tears at bay
sun smooths its way | past dark hostile clouds | enters her heart with joy
death is absolute | though some believe in return | she believes spirit
homespun men and women | once backbone of a nation | that's turned its back
on its people dependent | on parasitical life
stark and angled planes | the midwest has mystery | hidden by its trees
willows weep their loss | green flowing hair in moonlight | branches wisps of whips
winter a long sleep | bone white and stark as stones | speaking in tongues
time heals pain | of grief that rips us so deep | in agonizing moments
inept a system | that treats people with motives | far-flung from healing
nightmares walk the day | endless cruel reality | will erase with time
there's a sweet princess | buried in every evil | queen that seems all bad
fairytales come true | the moral of the stories | stare you in the face
snow turns to grey slush | cold rain soup covers the streets | cars skate over ice
a walk with wee one | down to almost frozen creek | reminds her to cry
skip stones across water | after flailing around | the surface deepens
memory a painful maze | all paths seem dead ends | lead back to anguish
incipient snow | fall smothers future's promise | spring seems faraway
if she could fold light | she'd harness starshine | back into herself
ignite the spark of life flow | stay the sadness she must face
she unbraids her hair | unloosens the tears | sheers off years of sadness
he came in smelling | the kitchen fogged delicious | of snow and outdoors
while mourning his loss | she tried not to lose her mind | cut off all her hair
the past is just that... gone
she wants Spring to fill | her days with flowers and song | sun to wash winter
he could not give | her even a sign | of love still broken
laid to rest before | little angel hovers | his time cut too short
she has no problem | getting older it's a sign | of survival
love and convenience | an itch that needs scratching | an egg that needs salt
