A small repayment its all I can offer.
Small compensation for all you gave.
Your giving most would not understand.
Agape love is hard to find.
The word is dark yet you always see the good.
Time I wasted so these days are very precious.
Tears I shed for years wasted.
Every day I do cherish.
Toughness in my genes you left me.
When you leave the end of an era.
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Keeter C (
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Things we do we can seldom make up for completely. A poem of resilience but set by genetics. Nicely done
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