Reminisced As Gifts

Constant was that pain grimaced,
In those loved faces missed...
I knew.

So close to them I cherished each moment.
Even down to the seconds,
When death took them away.
To leave me numb and staring.
With emotions drifting...
Out of touch.
Taken away...
By those I loved so much.

And agony did stay with me for a while.
Until one day I felt them all,
Smiling.
And I knew then,
It was okay for me to do the same.
As I keep them reminisced,
As gifts.
From a sharing treasured!

poem by Lawrence S. PertillarReport problemRelated quotes
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