writing A poem I wrote, do to a tragic advent.

[SunnyAmbience 7]

                                                   The Passing of a Mother.

 

What can be said about the loss, of a dear mother many things.

Remembering the times of a joy, times of sadness, laughs.

\Which Flutter amongst the winds, which will not be forgotten even at times end.

Though anguish may be great, to wear it tears the hearts strands over many seasons.

Scars that seem to ever so deepen, fade with the hands of a clock.

Even with the passing of a mother, as tragic and cruel hope exists within a feint light.

One day paths shall cross again, far away and above the clouds, a smile as warm as a heart.

A forever love and joy held within the deepest reaches, spirits abound ever growing never ending.

[Just some guy 1,070]

Beautiful poem mate.Really,it truly is.

 

My condolences for your loss.Sounds like your mother meant a lot to you.Hope she rests easy and watches over you from above,friend.

[SunnyAmbience 7]

Beautiful poem mate.Really,it truly is.

 

My condolences for your loss.Sounds like your mother meant a lot to you.Hope she rests easy and watches over you from above,friend.

Yeah she did a very lot,  I'm sure she is at peace, and watching over me. Thankyou, and yeah I put it a lot of work into it, as fast as it came to my mind it hit the paper...