A Final Grace
It was here in my arms
she began to feel safe enough
to release the tear stained memories
that would fill the casket of childhood.
But that sorrow weeps no more.
All disappeared in the winds of time
when the child made her peace;
now, in a blessed final grace
both have passed on to other shores.
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