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Still

2 years somehow have slipped on by
that day you passed away.
Leaving me this pool of tears,
the grief, too much to bear.

So young you were to depart,
left me here with broken heart.
Takes time they say, the wounds will heal,
but life without remains surreal.

I had this hope, that you would mend,
held tight your hand until the end.
I do my best, I really try,
each day I think of you.

To find happiness in memories,
                still,
      can't help but cry.


Avis Hughes 7/10/1961 - 8/28/2016
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Kinch  Avatar
September 11, 2018 at 3:11 PM
I feel your loss. Such moving words.
Hughes Avatar
September 13, 2018 at 9:13 AM
Thank you Elizabeth!
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