Dr Kingsley C. Bennett O.D.

It is hard to come up with a description, so I thought I would write a poem about my mother Fran.

In your eyes
I saw wisdom.
In your smile
I felt peace.
In your laugh
I felt joy.
In your tears
I had tears.

Now there are shadows
so many shadows
In the shadows
There are many tears.

But in the shadows
I close my eyes
You are there with a smile
And I feel peace.
The tears seem less
The hurt not as bad.

Then I open my eyes
You are gone and I am lost.
The pain comes rushing back.
I can not breathe.

We wanted you to stay
We wanted you longer

We were wrong
You belonged in heaven
To be our angel.

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