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| His Hand Gave the Rose
Please remind me of him
My youngest, I think
Where’d he live, what’d he do.
My heart starts to sink.
My mind pierced with grieving
I despise her memory’s grief
Can’t remember a man’s being
Are his cares all that brief?
What can I say of her son?
Words just can’t comprehend
Of his death I’m still stunned.
He was great mom,
my best friend.
His fragrance is gone
Her mind bereft of his care
His kindnesses so long
Faded into thin air.
His hand gave the rose
What his life was about
His caring for her froze.
Old age memory dries it out.
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