A poem, reflecting on emotion within family, in a personal sense.
I save the things you say to me,
the things in which I favor.
I fear the day when you’ll leave me,
Some times I wish I could be braver.
Is it wrong to think of such a time,
where things will be a mess?
Is it something of a hidden truth,
In which we’ll probably never address?
Guilt, it crosses my heart and I’m filled with emotions,
forgetting to savor the current moments.
Being realistic has finally crossed the line,
Death. It comes. Helpless, which I can’t prevent.
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