Twice, death had its place inside my heart, the
the beats playing my sad song….
You didn’t sing the blues or watch my little
fingers grow to musical notes…
I laid and listened to your rhythm, the moment
ours and ours alone…
You gave me the most precious gift of all,
you, your love, and we created a song….
I was that child that was lost, then was found…
Inside, I felt you grow, a place you can now
Death wiped my tears, life echoed “I will
love you forever, this is not final”….
I will hear you breathe again….
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