The Gods are crying again,
Because one of their own,
Is coming home again.
The Goddesses are getting ready,
Because their sons and daughters,
Are coming back to them.
The creatures are waiting,
Waiting to be loved,
By the one coming to see them.
The clouds are parting,
Ready to receive,
The new arrival.
The mortals are weeping,
Because the one they love,
Has just breathed their last.
Everything deals with the passing,
In many different ways.
There is no right way,
Just like there is no wrong way.
Laughing,
Crying,
Weeping,
Waiting,
And in the end,
There is only peace.
Written in memory of Sadie Kirby, Dandon to her loved ones.
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