“A Gorgeous deity a beautiful being recently,
Asked if I had any siblings and who were they,
I told her about my sister that passed,
From dreaded cancer she suffered she was my best friend,
She said it must have ripped a piece of your heart out,
I continued and said it was three pieces ripped out,
My Mother my Sister and my Father,
I replied I still have a quarter of a heart left,
I use it to help those in need who have broken hearts,
It facilitates the missing parts of my own heart,
I help to give happiness to those in need,
I miss them all very much soon we will not be apart,
For now they are just a MEMORY AWAY!”
By A. Guzaldo 04/22/2018 (c)
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Author:
Andrew Guzaldo (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 22nd, 2018 15:13
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Andrew,
Although your poem is a somewhat sad, it is a beautiful piece of writing to read!
So sorry about your “three pieces” of heart being “ripped out”! I see that the quarter that’s left is pure gold and amazing!
~Laura~
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