Sorrow with Joy

March 30, 2012
As I think days of old
I think thoughts of gray.
My face is so cold
As I face the day.

I lost her, the one I love
Her warm, lovable soul.
My mom with love a dove
No one can fill the hole.

I look up once again
I lay in my bed with such sorrow.
Waiting for the day to end
Knowing pain will be here tomorrow.

A light shines down in the 'mourn
A baby child is born.

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