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Apr 2013
When I was young
I spoke in a broken tongue
In a weak tune,
I pleaded,
I needed,
To be understood.
No one
took time
or patience,
to understand
No one!
Besides her
We are best friends
We were raised in a broken home
For she sacrificed and stood alone
not completely alone
but with me.
She sacrificed her own life for mine
I will never meet a woman who will ever be as kind
My sister is my guardian angel, in this broken home.
This is about my mother and her brother not mine. John had a stutter with M.R. and life threatening diseases. My mother was the only one who took care of him.
Written by
Grace Richardson  Bridgton, ME
(Bridgton, ME)   
636
   Primrose Clare and Anna
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