Within My Heart
I keep them all in a secret place,
within my heart . . .
all those faces in frames on my bookcase,
the beloved- I wish so much to embrace;
and think about every single day . . .
my sister,
grandpa,
father and mother.
my husband and my baby -
and in a sacred place within
I keep my sweet grandma
who is the reason I write . . .
but the worst, the worst pain-
that shatters my heart,
is the boy who came home in a box
from a stupid, senseless war,
my brother . . .
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May 21, 2017
Poetry/Verse/Within My Heart
Copyright Protected, ID 17-1226-043-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to Strand Select Q
sponsor, Brian Strand
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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