Good Mourning Poem by Blanche Hardin

Good Mourning



Crying These Tears,
Scattering These Ashes.
Hiding These Fears,
Covering These Gashes.
My Hatred Has Caused So Much Pain,
All For The Sake Of Ridding Myself Of These Remains.
There His Body Lays,
There His Body Stays.
Forever And Ever,
Till The End Of Days.

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Blanche Hardin

Blanche Hardin

Bakersfield, California
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