Across verdant plain of succulent pasture
Forest ponies, busy tails, quietly graze.
Reluctant steps towards, that spot of sadness
Where lay her last ashen remains.
Look away to the pond of fond memories
See her face full of happiness and grace
She sees her sons affectionate laughter
A single droplet finds a lonely cheek.
She lives in this mind, full of happy times
When play was our most important pursuit.
Now alone scathed with emotional wounds
Stays within our favoured hummocks view.
Life holds within, its own eternal immortality;
Surrounded by life's verve and vitality.
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