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Mar 20, 2009
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Precious time
The slow disintegration of a mind, there isn't a worse fate of it's kind. The challenges multiply and combine, such desecration of the mental shrine. Knowing what she has had and now lost, finding acceptance for the unfair final cost. A strength glows from her weak frame, as she carry's with-in her so little blame. Watching the decline of a matriarch's reign, her family crippled with searing heart felt pain. So many Little holes, peppered like Swiss cheese, such a long, demeaning and debilitating disease.
Please lord help me understand this mercy,
share with the blind, so we all can plainly see.
Offer me hope for what ever may yet come to be
tell me how her everlasting soul will be set free.
For the pain of this is tearing us up inside,
we love her with our whole heart and Tabor pride.
Dear Mother, grandmother, and our valued friend,
we promise to stay with you to till the precious end.
Julie
D.D.
3/20/09
For Mother Tabor, we love you.
Please lord help me understand this mercy,
share with the blind, so we all can plainly see.
Offer me hope for what ever may yet come to be
tell me how her everlasting soul will be set free.
For the pain of this is tearing us up inside,
we love her with our whole heart and Tabor pride.
Dear Mother, grandmother, and our valued friend,
we promise to stay with you to till the precious end.
Julie
D.D.
3/20/09
For Mother Tabor, we love you.
— DawningDaytripper, Mar 20, 2009
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Critiques
Morgana Tragic…
17 years 2 months ago
Well, Julie, you already
Baz
17 years 2 months ago
Precious time
Rett
17 years 2 months ago
Julie, very heart breaking