14/August/2006


Four months to the day
My mother is gone
Now her mother too

Death comes in
And leaves again
And we are one less
In number

Or are we

The mists of time
Are shadowed
Difficult to see
What is real
And what is not

Time is not possessed
Time possesses us

Elizabeth Corely
29/July/1916 - 14/August/2006


Words 2006 J. L. Hunter
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