Let Me Stand Alone…

Let me stand alone, here at her special place

still scattered with crumbling flowers and

crushed grass; on my knees I fall, no more

will I hear my child call my name for her

ashes lay on the ground and at the bottom

of the creek.

I stood not with the sorrowful visitors who

came to pay their respect, I could not have

them surround me; I wanted her to rise

from the wild flowers, her flame red hair

blowing in the breeze, her large blue eyes

and her gentle smile; these are the things

that I wanted to see.

As I stand beside the creek, she chose as

her last resting place I grieve, I want to

rejoice, to hear the comfort of her voice,

why did she have to leave.  Let me stand alone,

here at her special place still scattered with

crumbling flowers and crushed grass, on

my knees I fall; no more will I hear my child

call my name, for her ashes lay on the

ground and at the bottom of the creek.

Why?

 

 

 

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