If I Die Tomorrow
If I die
tomorrow
I want my
Children
to see
How much
they
Mean to
me
The aching
in my soul
They have to
Understand
There are
pieces
of me all
Wrapped up
in them
Presents
from above
More precious
than gold
Refined by
Fire
Lit within
My soul
Dancing in
memories
of long ago
Don't let go
My babies
There are
pieces of
You all
Wrapped up
In my soul
Copyright © Holly Bohto | Year Posted 2016
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