don't write much poetry but here's one i wrote about my mother who passed away because of cancer when I was little. I don't have a title yet but let me know what you think :)

A sun that sets still lights the moon,

one is gone though the others new.

The moon sits alone in the blackened sky,

The sun has left and he doesn't know why.

The stars a solemn company in the distance,

And though the moon sits lonely and questions existence,

The only star he knows when out of sight,

Still lends her kindness and keeps him bright.

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