“Goodbye”


Mother, That morn I first of you felt lack
Upon the road and oh so far from home;
Perhaps I stopped and wanted to look back,
But stronger still was my desire to roam.
You may assume that my first thought was you
When I awoke to see that sunny sky
And I don’t want to make you feel so blue,
But your assumption, just might be a lie.
For mountains still, ahead of me they loom
Blue and white is that impending challenge
That waits for me to climb above this gloom
And though I’m scared of what on this may hinge
Blue sky and mountain into one they blend
No greater beauty could our nature send.

~ By: Grace Kirk

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