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Ascending to Become the Sunrise

The Last Morning of Alice Bedard


Carol Roth

The last breath of night releases

Splendid sparkles ascending to become the sunrise

Shimmering pink against a grey sky

You smile above as your soul withdraws.

Pulled by the light and heat of the sun you climb.


A warm glowing cloud drifts, slowly, then

Hovering, waves goodbye as glaring gold sunlight

Brilliant beams kiss our crushed hearts

Weeping below in a surge of grief.

Tears swell, the crisp dawn in our eyes -- breaks


Your spirit surrounds us with the horizon

Peacefully twinkling from your tower

Hold us one last time in silence

Sunrise, sunset, and the moonlight all

Devoted to treasuring your memory

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