A daughter's Lament
By skinner_jennifer
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The Crone of old she Winter's well
as in the Forest she would dwell...
her Mother's grave there she sees
her broom in hand she clears the leaves,
reaching inside her inky wrap
a candle black upon her lap...
her fingers scrawny now with age
a tear runs down her Mother's grave,
as tracing the candle through time and space
the memory comes back of her Mother's face,
but eyes so wet with tears...a match to light on
this night and a candle with its flame so bright...
as Sun sets low on this Halloween
she decorates grave fit for a Queen,
then stares up into the darker sky...
many blessings on this Samhain Nigh.
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Good story, Jenny with some
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I agree with wellwisher -
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And a very happy Samhain, to
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new
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New Skinner_jennifer Hi! So
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Catching up on a bit of
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Am glad it so important to
"I will make sense with a few reads \^^/ "
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Hello Jenny, I thought this
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Hii Jenny abpout time I got
"I will make sense with a few reads \^^/ "
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doesnt need to be expensive!
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