Epilogue (Bill Temple)

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For my Nanny Dove.


Epilogue

Once again she walks the meadow

Rolling plains of yellow and green

She bends to pick a flower

To smell the aroma, fresh and clean


The winds that blow against her

As she walks down to the sea

Seem to be calling to her softly

"It's time you were coming with me"


A smile that erases the wrinkles

Brought about by so many years

Brightens the face of the woman

Chases away her worries and fears


Once again she walks the shoreline

As the sun rises over the bay

To show a single yellow flower

And footprints slowly fading away

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