A glance at the photo by her bedside
and the white cross on the fresh grave
in the cemetery just outside her window
Life as she knew it slipped away
as red hues of morning burned away the night sky
A last kiss remembered and a promise made
A time to mourn as was her right
A time to heal as was her duty
She brushed her daughter’s hair
and faced a new day
photo: pixabay
prompt: https://aprompteachday.wordpress.com/2015/09/13/prompt-82-a-wordle-prompt/
Writing and Reflections 
Beautiful take on the prompt!
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Thanks. I love the challenge of a good prompt!
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I like the sad quietness in this poem…acceptance with renewed strength for tomorrow’s.
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Thank you
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