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in this book of tears you’ll find,
a lifetime of memories transfixed,
a colorful kaleidoscope, pages in time,
loving tributes from those left behind.
so turn each page, oh so gently,
for there are times we cannot bear the pain,
were it not for this hope that we cling to,
knowing we’ll see their face again.
each lament composed in great sorrow,
every poem & writ in deep grief,
pictures our hearts have tenderly framed,
of one we no longer can touch or see.
tear-stained pages, every token,
each unique, full of memory,
though they cannot return our loved one,
help our hearts to still, to beat quietly.
for though battered we are not broken,
for though bruised we are not torn,
our hearts we know you've not forgotten,
in your grip, our spirits are yours.
24/M/South Africa
Writer | This is ancestral, past-life reading; this is meditation & prayer; this is future telling. always becoming. The undying soul in a decaying case. …
Wellington NZ
I write stream of consciousness poetry, and am a consumer of wine and hiphop... all thoughts here are my own. A product of being constantly …