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The Last Goodbye
Resting his knee,
he holds his face
to bury his sobs
as she is laid to rest
We hold hands
as I gently squeeze
knowing too well
this may be our last embrace
Feeling his warmth,
his mighty strong hands,
he held us together
when she left this land
It’s only one slip away
before you’re gone too soon
On the drive home,
our last goodbye became true
Thursday 25th June 2020 4:16 am
The Oak Tree
The oak tree
Unwavering and sturdy
Tells us how to be:
Don’t break so easily
In the slightest change of wind
Climbing back through my childhood bedroom window
Landing on shards of broken glass
Crimson oozes slowly
As I pray each stab is its last
So much has shaken me since my first landing
Each step taken cuts deeper than the beginning
Looking back
Th...
Tuesday 5th May 2020 10:02 pm
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