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Amber Strempke Poem
Forgive the thoughts of my selfish sorrow,
Forgive the wishing you were still here,
Forgive the way your passing makes me feel,
That is all I ask of you today.
Your passing hurt me, it made me cry,
I still needed you when you had to die,
You were is a lot of pain, and I cried the day it was taken away,
Only because along with the pain,
You faded away and left me that day.
I say forgive me for wishing you were still here,
That is selfish of me, as I know your pain,
I knew your pain to its greatest extent,
When I look back now I am glad you are gone.
Since you have been gone, so has your pain,
Your pain is no longer with you,
As it is now a part of me, it is not a bad part of me,
Nor is it a very good one,
It is a part of me that serves as a reminder.
Forgive the thoughts of my selfish sorrow,
Forgive the wishing you were still here,
Forgive the way your passing made me feel,
That is all I ask of you today.
Copyright © Amber Strempke | Year Posted 2006
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