"The Peace of my Guilt"
The Oldness of days gone by,
a past withered by time.
The new seems less,
and still you hold on at best.
As the seasons come & go!
Your age shows,
those scares that tell stories untold.
Oh, my dear sweet mother 0f mine!
The guilt always has time too fine,
space too roam this heart of mine.
Yes! I have weeped.
I ask my God Oh why?
I creep quietly as not to be seen.
This is Gods house,
and not even a mouse can be unseen!
I will never forget!
Guilt has away too pay a debt!
Fear speaks and it holds me tight.
Still I prey to be kept,
In Peace!
So, as I leave you too ponder!
The heavens open in such wonder.
Open your eyes and hear much thunder.
Rest in Peace
My dear sweet Mother...
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