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A Letter to Mom
God picked a beautiful crimson rose,
When He called you home,
While angels sang the quiet song,
I embraced your heart alone.
Beneath the cloud of darkness,
In the hush silence of the night,
I gaze up to heaven,
As I clutch my vigil light.
I whisper God could still my cries,
From lonely days filled with despair,
And with the yearning heart of love,
I say my nightly prayer.