By: Ardis E. Parshall - April 21, 2015 My Missingness By Vilate S. Raile Because I’d watched pain wear her thin,The bit of heaven that dwelt thereinShould not be mourned! To comfort me they say, I should not cry;For no one knows so well as IHow weary she had grown. I should be glad to see her empty chair,And know she’s no more thereTo wait for death. I should be gay, enjoy each care-free dayIn new-found freedom. Go my wayUnhindered b...
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