The Things I Cherish
The things I value,
The things I cherish,
Are things no one else will
When I perish
Do I write a missive
Explaining the why?
Would this help save things
After I die?
This brown dead rose,
A gift from your dad,
Brings back the best night
I ever had.
This bead of pink
Once on a baby’s wrist
Only memory left
Barely a wisp
The things I value,
The things I cherish,
Are things no one else will
When I perish
Chosen Poem of the Day by PoetrySoup on 10-11-2018
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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