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Margaret Alice Second (24 January 1961 / South Africa)


Don't spend too much
time in mourning.
Tears are for the sad. I left
to be with Jesus, and
this should make you glad.
Don't waste your
hours in grieving.
No need to feel distress.
I'm tired of life's frustrations,
and had to get some rest.
Don't vex yourself with
questions, or try to reason why.
Life here for me was ended;
it came my time to die.
Don't lose the love I gave you;
feed it with your care.
Grow it with devotion and
spread it everywhere.
Don't fret because my leaving
came in such a way.
We'll have another meeting,
in God's Eternal Day!

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OMG Woman! If this poem had been marked as by Anne Sexton I would not question that authenticity! You are a poetic goddess dear Margaret Alice.... Please find your way free of the cocoon swallowing you...
Making me regret my words shared here with wonderful imagery form wise humor definitely. Interesting poem shared....10