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She left me many years ago.
The body that she left is dead.
Where she is now I think I know,
Though gales of tears for her were shed—
And many more are sure to flow.

The body that she left is dead.
She could not stay with us, I know.
To heaven she has gone instead.
And though my tears are sure to flow,
I want to send a hug ahead.

None lives forever here, I know:
Unending life from Eden fled—
We live awhile, and then we go.
Great tears for losses then are shed,
As all survivors meet this woe.

Before we see our lives have fled:
It’s time to leave, and we must go.
In tears and sorrows, hearts are bled.
Our loneliness may lay us low,
While sending tears and hugs ahead.

With Jesus I must always go—
With Him Who for my sins has bled.
Security in Him I know,
While sending praise and hugs ahead
To God, Who every good bestows.

Because of Him Who for sins bled,
Security in God I know.
I’ll put my trust in Him instead
Of everything I see below,
While sending praise and tears ahead.

Security is mine to know:
God put my sins on Christ instead,
And crucified Him many years ago:
For me He grieved, and wept, and bled,
Compassion for my needs to show.

In substituting Christ instead
Of me—decided long ago—
God watched, in pain, as Jesus, dead,
Great love for all mankind did show—
And full acquittal sent ahead.

by Gwennon
August 6, 2008

I wrote this poem to honor my first mother, whom I did not fully appreciate until she had died. We had an on-again, off-again relationship, partly, I think, because we were so much alike that we zeroed in on the faults we did not like that we saw mirrored in each other. Now that my mother has been gone for over 20 years, I appreciate all her hard work and the good heart she had for my family and for God. There are times I think I miss her more as the years go by, instead of less.

All our sorrows ought to draw us up to God, if we will let our pain and discomforts do their purifying work.

This is almost a type of circular poem. Last night, I did a little research to see if this fits the parameters. Not quite sure that it does. Although, when I typed it up for my portfolio in 2008, I typed it in two offset columns, and it could have been read in a slightly different order without losing any of the meaning.

Note the repeating ABABA and BABAB rhyme scheme throughout. Also note the way the second line of each stanza forms a partial template for the first line of the next stanza.