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daughter poem

there is an hour of peaceful rest
you say you love me
in the dark and peace of my final bed
through the broad earth's aching breast
rising moon has hid the stars
within my hand i hold
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
along a river-side
some of the hurts you have cured
gone before us
braided and woven

 



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