Momsy
By dottie
She died amid purple surrounded by the silver of gray haired brothers and sisters who loved her so well. And eternal sleep has soothed the grimace of pain from forehead mouth and cheek. And peaceful, now, the fight confessed was unwinnable anyway. So long into the tender ether send her spirit flying free. I love you momsy. Goodbye. Written March 21st, 2002 © on Mar 21 2002 12:03 AM PST 0 • 13
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