GOODBYE

I woke one day and you were gone
I cried but you could offer no comfort
Your ashes were cast to the winds
No plaque No stone
Just fleeting infant memories to show your time on earth
But now a lone rock on a bare hill will carry your name
A simple reminder that you were here
And among the towering sentinels of sandstone
I can focus my thoughts on remembrance
And I can finally say goodbye

   (c) copyright Anthony Jack 1999

Last photo of my mother

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