Quietly Away
She set sail into that ether sea
With nary a goodbye nary a wave
Seems she knew there had to be
More than this earthly green cave
Prayerful countenance compare
Non to be as she was dear
The smell of bread baking follows me,
Ever to every bakery where,
Non can acheive her fait accompli;
My mother now rests at peace.
© gillenacox 2023
#Elergy for my mother - Mrs Mary Mitchell; (30th May 1930 to 7th July 2021)
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