Weeping willow,
Weep for me,
Even if you cannot see,
The tears that stain my cheeks,
Hope cannot help me through,
These dreaded weeks,
I cannot gaze upon thy I love,
They may stare at me from above,
But I wish,
A voice to help me and assist,
And a strong arm to caress me,
For I have lost my beloved three,
My brother,
My mother,
My father,
But I have not lost me.
Author notes
This makes me sad...
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Comments
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excellent
Some big hugs for you:
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Written with good honesty. Thanks for sharing.
Brian
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