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STANDING IN THE DOORWAY

LOOKING OUT AT THE SNOW

REMINDS ME OF MOMENTS LONG AGO

WHEN EVERYTHING WAS PURE

NOT DARK, LIKE THESE NIGHTS BEFORE

BEFORE I GOT HURT AND SCARRED

WATCHING THE HEARSE TAKE AWAY

PARTS OF ME THAT MADE ME BREATHE.

HOW COLD THIS SNOW SEEMS

THE WARMTH OF THE SUN DOESN’T HELP

YET I ATTEMPT TO FEEL

ALL OF THE LOVE TAKEN FROM ME.

I WRITE IN THE DARKEST OF TIMES

MY DAUGHTER A WONDERFUL LIGHT

BUT SHE HAS ENDURED THE SAME PLIGHT

AND LIKE ME REFUSES TO GIVE UP.

DAYS GO BY NOW WALKING TOGETHER

TALKING THINGS OVER OF YET TO BE DONE

BUT IN OUR HEARTS AND MINDS

A REFLECTION OF MUCH HAPPIER TIMES

WHEN SHE HAD A MOTHER, AND I

A BEAUTIFUL WIFE

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