Silver /poem

Silver

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The day I was born,

my mother

blessed me by kissing

'may every person

who's on their deathbed

lend you their final heartbeat

so you can live longer.'

The day I was born

my dad

blessed me by saying...son!

'make a bridge of tomorrow

a way to bring out

the Best in others.'

This was blessing

As well as a curse.

The day I was there

my heart cry

no farewell words were spoken,

no time to say goodbye,

you were gone before we knew it.

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I cannot say I remember

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