Threads of Realization – 2

Elegy Illustrated by Blake

This woman who to me gave life and birth
Now sixteen hundred empty miles away
Her voice weak, cracking on the other end
As she describes the limits of her day

She read to me when I was just a child
She knew these poems, and she loved them well —
“The paths of glory lead but to the grave”
The paths of righteousness lead there, as well

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