Sad lil poem

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One is the day that he met her,

 Ten is the day that he died.

Just time to count each little finger,

And rock her to sleep once or twice.

Perhaps she could feel his heart beating

Through the thin cotton cloth of his hospital gown.

We try to hold on to what’s precious,

But the world never stops spinning ’round.

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2 responses »

    • Thanks. It was about a friend who’d I’d known for years, then sadly lost touch with. One day I read online that he’d passed away leaving behind a wife a two children, the youngest just ten days old. Life is heartbreaking, sometimes.

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