Cecilia Parkin Biography

I keep the Cross before my eyes
And know the sacrifice He made.
His life for mine, His life for ALL
Is what his dieing did that day.
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The crows swing silently
On the telephone wires
Like a row of mourners
Blackly attired.
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She looked my way, then smiled and waved.
The perfect blonde - less half my age,
I was entraped - she so behaved.
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What gossamer threads, though strong as steel
Bind us together - as friend to friend.
What common ground do we share
In spoken and un-spoken words, deeds success
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I pushed aside the braken
From your lonely grave,
And peered at the tombstone
Blackened with age.
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