| Marie Joy | ||||||||||||||
| by L.P.Bautista | ||||||||||||||
| Mere thoughts and memories are all that's left A mother's dream of glory and hope succumbed into oblivion Retracting faded photographs, trying to fix pages of paragraphs Incidentally, sorrow must be effaced, obliterated Enlightenment should seep through the hearts of those that are left behind Joyful gleam should shine knowing God's angel is nearby Overcoming grief is a difficult endeavor Yet, life goes on and memory lives on. |
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