This Mother's Day Without You Strains Belief
Music: A Minor Violin Concerto, First Movement.
|This Mother's Day without you strains belief|
In life and love and what it means to be,
But there is beauty in my lonely grief.
Your death is like a wound without relief,
What's the point of living when a thief
You fell away from me, a withered leaf
And yet there's beauty in this burning brief
The love I have for you, a jewel-like reef
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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