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BLOWING OUT A FLAME

My heart is full of sorrow,
My mind is filled with doubt.
I worry about your death,
It's what my questions are about.

Was there any warning,
That the end was drawing near?
Could you sense it John,
Was there any fear?

I hope you never knew it,
And that you felt no pain;
I hope you went as softly
As blowing out a flame.

I wish I had been with you,
When you had to face the end.
Someone to soothe and comfort you,
Someone you called a friend.

Oh, to be there just to hold you
And assure you that you are loved.
As your soul eased out of your body,
Slowly rising above.

To place a tender kiss upon your brow,
As you drew your final breath;
And stand firmly at your side
As you faced this thing called Death.
                          Love, Mom
*In memory of John Chandler 
        (1/9/81-8/23/00)

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