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The First Spring Without Me
plant a seed where I
lie. Gather the family to
say the first goodbye.
*
In Summer, When I'm Gone
bring water to pour.
Speak my name often - 'til you
can't cry anymore.
*
When Autumn Comes Calling
watch the trees as they
burn: sorrows fade from embers
to ashes, to smoke.
*
Though Winter Feels Endless
you nearly are through.
winter wind's bite will wake you;
you've given your due.
About the Creator
Dane BH
By day, I'm a cog in the nonprofit machine, and poet. By night, I'm a creature of the internet. My soul is a grumpy cat who'd rather be sleeping.
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