The First Year Is The Worst Year

           In memory of my mother...

The first year is the worst year,

   Or so I'm told,

By both young and old,

  For any who have lost a friend so dear

       As you were to me.

There is everything now to do,

   For the first time alone,

And like the first night at home,

  That I spent in this house without you,

       This is all new to me...

           This rite of tragedy.

Still, I remain confident and certain

   Your light will shine in me again,

When darkness is at an end,

  As you are now free from all burden,

       And all the darkness you used to see.

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[Gee]

That's a beautifully sad piece of writing Louis. I'm so sorry for your loss.
My old mum had been at deaths door a few times over the past 10 or so years but is a stubborn old bigger and refused to throw in the towel. On one such occasion I actually penned a poem called " A mothers passing" this you may be able to relate to and enjoy ( if that is the right word to use !!)
Good morning, hope you are well.

[Louis McKraker]

I'd love top read it. It is published here? Or where can I find it?

[Gee]

Hi, it's tucked away amongst the bits and bobs I have posted here.
Cheers