MORNING HAZE

By Jeanne Fiedler

Don was surreal
He was a dream
unusually pure
and respectable
Intelligent but
caring and gentle
His selfless
compassion
won him many
friends...people
who loved him
truly and his
great sacrifices
I once had him
as my own
Now he's gone
fragile and sick
as he was...
He left me and
went to a better
place
If I'm lucky
I'll join him
someday
I hold onto
to this thought for
dear life...
My faith...
It gets me
through...

Don left the
world on eagle's
wings/Raised
up to Jesus
on a angel's
wing
He watches over
me as I pray
for him

I know I'll see
him soon as time
is moving so fast
and life is so
transient and short...

I find that consoling...


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