For a change this week I have written a short six verse poem Unblemished when we were born Soon our flesh is cut and torn To our mothers we do run forth Crying out for all we are worth But soon wounds are just normal fair We proudly show our scars with flair But it is marks and scars unseen That linger long and are so mean The ones that hurt the heart so much The loss of love the loss of touch And so it is this time of year I wish once more that you were here Image found at www.dreamstime.com
Oh my, this really got to my heart--beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteNice to remember and be remembered! A dear one is always remembered at such festive days!
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Eggcelent!
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