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We Continue
Marguerite left me alone
No one to get old with
By myself, an old crone
No one to share laughs with.
Gary’s death woke me to life
The shock,
pierced through my soul
Each breath, a gift of life
Don’t play the burrowed Fool.
Dad’s death took away
Sense of loved security
Once, a generation away
I can’t pretend not to see.
My love gives me comfort
Cocoon of love, lush and sweet
Our lives, shared support
Moments of life, oh so sweet.
My life transports my soul
With the bliss of each breath
Discover who am I, my soul,
Transcendence at my death.
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