Throw the wish in the well
The thought that it can tell
Magic is only a moment’s breath
And the bell that tolls is death
Mother was taken like a stolen pet
God was the thief and the vet
There was dad, brother and grandma
They slipped through the door ajar
Words and wishes are just a plaque
Ornamental and decorative, but namesake
Every day when we just awake
a step closer that we take
Only memories, by us, are jewels adorned
through the dying seasons in us grown
Can it be said that spirit beholds
in another body where life unfolds?
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