1d
I climbed this mountain to once again
look upon your face.
You always loved sunsets, called them
mystical, said that if we looked deeply
with purposeful conviction that we
could see the face of those that we had
loved and lost.
As with most things, in this also you
were right. I climbed this mountain to
once again see your face, and I see you
in its warm golden glow mother dear.
look upon your face.
You always loved sunsets, called them
mystical, said that if we looked deeply
with purposeful conviction that we
could see the face of those that we had
loved and lost.
As with most things, in this also you
were right. I climbed this mountain to
once again see your face, and I see you
in its warm golden glow mother dear.
She died at only 54, too soon, never forgotten
and loved forever. I camped on the summit
that night under billions of bright stars, each
a heavenly glowing monument to all those
loved ones that have gone before us.
and loved forever. I camped on the summit
that night under billions of bright stars, each
a heavenly glowing monument to all those
loved ones that have gone before us.
