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Jan 7
Grateful, without a fight,
just a gentle sigh
and an answered prayer,
she stepped forward
and took the hand offered.

Go gentle, dear mother.
After your rage, after your fierce tears,
- go gentle, into that greater light.
My mother died today after 2 years of being pummelled by dementia. Her prayer for release was at last answered.
(With thanks to Dylan Thomas for 'Do not go gentle into that good night).
Steve Page
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Steve Page  56/M/London, U.K.
(56/M/London, U.K.)   
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