While going through a box of my Mother's belongings I happened upon some written items that were worth preserving. For those I will need to seek advice. Some other items were interesting and I wondered why she kept them or threw them into the box. In this case I found it in a box of pictures.
I doubt it was an intentional attempt at poetry or prose. It could have been her thoughts as a given time.
When sorrow comes as sorrow must,
All that can help us is Time and Trust.
TIME, The greatest healer of grief and sorrow
TRUST, (Is) The thought of a brighter tomorrow -
I was left to wonder whether this was something she wrote in those long sad hours that she grieved the death of my father. She was so very broken-hearted after his passing and never seemed to quite get over it in spite of our efforts after his passing.
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