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Gone with the Wind

August 16, 2019
By Anonymous

I remember

holding great grandmother’s hand

and yearning for

her life not to end.

 

I remember

there used to be silence.

Then, the doctor whispered

there was no chance.

 

So, on a dark, cold night,

I stood in front of the coffin

hearing people cry

the eerie music began.

She’s not coming back.

 

But I soon discovered,

Heaven might be good –

at least she didn’t suffer

Heaven might be good.



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