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Her


She was an ember

glowing last

in a dying fire.

Bright in the ash

her heart warming my hands

her soul struggling to justify the slow death

of a burned out flame

its life flickering,

trying to keep alight

when its eyes are closing.





A thistle seed

a dandelion head blown in the wind

a passenger in this life.

She made the most of where she landed,

took root,

germinated

and created.

Tiny molecules of existence

in the big universe.

She is remembered.

She mattered, made matter

in body, mind and spirit

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