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On her bed of pain
my ailing aunt
small as a child
wan as a moon
at the first light
of dawn
whimpered softly
she moaned in her groan
hurt in her pain
cry out softly
'...Mamma...'
she died at 9.15pm
Thursday
she was 89.
my ailing aunt
small as a child
wan as a moon
at the first light
of dawn
whimpered softly
she moaned in her groan
hurt in her pain
cry out softly
'...Mamma...'
she died at 9.15pm
Thursday
she was 89.
Published 8th Nov 2013
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8th Nov 2013 2:44pm
8th Nov 2013 4:11pm
My condolences Dear Grace-A Touching Write...Heart indeed!!!
Good luck in the Comp.!!!
Good luck in the Comp.!!!
8th Nov 2013 8:17pm
8th Nov 2013 6:49pm
My prayers go out too you and your family sweets.
Beautiful piece!!!
Sir Lancelott
Beautiful piece!!!
Sir Lancelott
8th Nov 2013 8:18pm
9th Nov 2013 9:50am
9th Nov 2013 9:57am
