not remembering,
not regretting.
Never a day thinking:
"I love life".
The tombstones of memory
moss-eaten, green,
and vile.
Never a day not mourning
Never a day wishing
for a quiet ending
Path through the woods
where mother nature litters leaves.
Trees dying on Christmas Eve.
Never a day not wanting love.
Never a day with blessings from above.
The light burns on a winter's morn
when the little one was born.
Mother of birth, hands of death.
Never a day wishing for change.
Never a day, ever again.
To those who didn't see it when I did.
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