| Moving On The old saying life is a delicate flower Has more meaning than some may know As I sit here watching life slip away The reality of it surely shows What was once a vibrant young woman So full of life and ambition Now struggles with day-to-day functions Her life coming to a completion Living life as fragile as a child Delicate as the day of her birth Daily she cries out to her creator To end her pain and take her from the Earth But her time has not yet come To leave her place just now Only God knows the reason Only He will know when and how Her petals have fully blossomed And one day will be scattered by the wind The life that brought beauty to those around her Will soon be transplanted to bloom once again. To Edith, who finally left this Earth only a few days after this was written. |
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