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 © | Year Posted 2016

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