Every morning I bring roses to your grave,
And slowly, day by day,
build a shrine to your memory.
In mourning the life we once had
It is not only the mother who has passed,
But also my favourite daughter
Taken before her time.
The father in me, who promised,
Never to abandon & hold sacred his dearest love
is forced against his Will to let go, forsake
His most beloved child to Fate.
It is the one promise I swore never to break, broken.
For a kindly loving soul, from a place of light
This human life is too cruel to bear,
And I will not mourn it when it passes.
'I am holding space for you'
you whisper from behind the veil,
and from deep within my well of anguished tears,
"I am holding time for you, my dearest love"
Is all I can reply.
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