seasons will change,
an with every sunrise
comes a brand new day...
with the summer
comes the rain...
we are losing her
an there's nothing left to do
but wait an pray
the love of a mother
is more than who she is
it's how well she is loved
it is the hole in your life she's going to
leave behind
seasons will change
an with every sunrise
comes a brand new day...
with the winter
comes the cold
.
holding on to the love she shared
happiness never loved me
like she did
l feel even more alone
~ D Donner ~
Second Reading
Just as powerful - the love - allets -
"...happiness never loved me/like she did..."
the seasons rain/cold imagery are marvelously fashioned to bookcase the loss afuture. Prayers and peace and less aloneness ~allets~