violet thompson

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As I look upon my world; my mortal man,
He knows not that I am here.
My time for him is gone,
No more miracles have I to give.

Now all is left to him,
His beginnings as God; my end.

Worlds must he create or find,
To replace my dying child.
I, at last, am able to rest.
The seventh day has come.

1974