A life lived is a life loved even if it's stone
Anything can change inside a mind of one or two
But when a life die's, it leaves us all alone
Anybody with a sense would say it's best for you
to get rid of past memories and forget whats to be forgot
But when it's ones you love and cherish, good thing, it is not
A woman and a man, age seventy seven, and age seventy three
Both died within a faulty year with so much love for me
I loved them both with every ounce of my soul
But God took them by the hand and away from me he stole
I cannot help but think it was destiny
It will eventually happen to you and me
At the same time I wish that they would return
and hold my hand once again, instead I hold the Urn
The songs they sung still flow through my mind
Every time I think of them, my thoughts seem to blind
What's reality of it all and what I made up fake
But pain stays throughout the stiffening heartache
Forever my Great grandparents' memoir will keep my heart to break
* In memory of Frank and Cecile*
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Poem / Young Adult
Poem / True Confessions
Poem / Poetry
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