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Family Spirits

I want to live in 
My private universe
Heaven bound with the spirits
Of my family
Who has crossed over
To the other side
Where I could feel their warmth
And see the happiness
On their faces, when I look
Into their eyes, it brings back
All the love and respect
That I had for them
I can barely hold back
The tears as they stream
Down my face and the
Pain the lingers down deep
For I know,  this is
My last time seeing them again
As I scream out loud within myself
My heart, and my words seems
To stay deep within
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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