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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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