My generation dies
Before my eyes
While I wait my turn -
Ready, undismayed,
But careful lest I waste my sight
Lest I waste my time
Lest I be caught unaware.
All days and nights become
Precious, while I watch
Each moment's passing.
Prime memory's fasting
Urging all I've ever lived
To register once more
And hold my hand -
Lest I forget or ignore
The store of each experience
That has at last brought me
To this shore
Where there beckons
Another world and time.
Written By Addie W. Williams
Undated
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Reviewed by Todd-Michael St. Pierre (Reader)
Reviewed on February 27, 2004
Great! I have coined a phrase for your mom's poetry... "Soul-Shine!"
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