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Springtime
To die in the springtime is very difficult.
The final insult...
to die during your favorite season, no reason.
The ebb and flow of the places we go,
and the marks we leave, always hoping
for a reprieve.
My God, don't you have something
up your sleeve?
I want to believe that you do.
Oh, no..Geneva, I am so sorry to hear this news. The poem is pondering and soul-searching. The words make me want to reach out and be there for you. Which, I am and can be anytime that you needed a friend. The coffee or wine is ready to go. All you have to do is call. I am very sorry about your Mothers passing. You are right, it doesn't seem right in her favorite season. Or, maybe it is divine plan? Take care. You & your family are in my prayers, too.
Sad poem. But very well-written.
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