Sunday, May 2, 2010

With Death Freedom

With death comes freedom
Do not morn my loss
My body was no longer mine
Now I am as I was before
Remember me
Love me
As I am remembered
So shall I be

I live on in her
My only daughter
In the children she bore
The grandchildren she loves
My mark may be small
But shines as a bright star.

For my mother

©Saroya Poirier 5/1/10

1 comment:

44 Summer Stories said...

Very beautiful Saroya.