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Cold wet soil of winter
\nIs now her bed, darkness
\nEternal, wooden case embraces
\nThe body now still, but she
\nFeels not the coldness of the earth
\nHer spirit flown, at peace we hope
\nAs she seeks oneness with God
\nOn this her first birthday away from us
\nWe hope that it is so
\nAnd that we can look on death
\nAs a rebirth, in the spirit form.<\/p>\n

\"Their<\/a>
Their last photo together in good health<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Cold wet soil of winter Is now her bed, darkness Eternal, wooden case embraces The body now still, but she Feels not the coldness of the earth Her spirit flown, at peace we hope As she seeks oneness with God On this her first birthday away from us We hope …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[155,22,120,308],"tags":[2354,313,2626],"class_list":["post-3814","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-death","category-family-stories","category-non-rhyming-poems","category-obituaries","tag-death","tag-obituary","tag-passing","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-Zw","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1079,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/divine-struggle-sylvia-plath\/","url_meta":{"origin":3814,"position":0},"title":"Divine Struggle – Sylvia Plath.","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"23rd September 2011","format":false,"excerpt":"The raging waves of the mind Tore her spirit asunder Yet still she wrote Those word we read... with wonder As words formed by worms of thought In a brain ragged from emotion The reader richer from the storms Of that cerebral ocean Lets hope it never is to be\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Obituaries"","block_context":{"text":"Obituaries","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/obituaries\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"Sylvia Plath - Poet","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/Sylvia-Plath-Poet.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/Sylvia-Plath-Poet.jpg?resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/Sylvia-Plath-Poet.jpg?resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/Sylvia-Plath-Poet.jpg?resize=700%2C400 2x"},"classes":[]},{"id":2549,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/birds-sing\/","url_meta":{"origin":3814,"position":1},"title":"Birds Sing","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"13th February 2016","format":false,"excerpt":"The birds sing among the boughs The wind blows soft upon the face Life is hard on the best of days Hard to remember in this serene place. 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