A poem written during sunrise the morning after my mother passed away.

Midnight’s kiss blows its doom,

As heaven calls you to its room.


Vacant without your tender love,

Sun rises crimson red above.


Your spirit remains, a shadow among the rocks,

A gentle nudge along a path you no longer walk.


What blessings you gave you will never know,

The part you play continues to grow.

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