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Hey,John. Sorry to hear of your mother's passing. I lost a lot of loved ones in the early 90's and it spurred me to write this poem Spring Lament The last week of winter lay upon the ground everything entombed in white the spring rains came reeking of renewal to bestow upon all in sight The weakest of each of the species had been killed,thereby culled,by the cold yet the strongest push forth in their fight to survive life's never-ending battle of old Mother Nature,indeed has her ways to weed her encompassing garden of all with wind and rain she wreaks havok and pain winter,spring,summer and fall with wind she topples the towering tyrants Oaks ripped out by the roots with rain she washes the nurturing soil away from the tender young shoots these things I ponder as I let my mind wander remembering loved ones I've lost Uncle,Cousin,Grandmother,and now Brother with no way to regain such a loss and though my hearts full of grief I find some relief In the knowledge that life must go on And on my Family Tree there are many leaves to remember me when I am gone
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