The lilies bloomed
their first of the season
on her birthday;
oh that she
could hold them
all the while,
oh that she
could be our mother
still.
MISSING HER
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Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
The lilies bloomed
their first of the season
on her birthday;
oh that she
could hold them
all the while,
oh that she
could be our mother
still.