Read Poem: A HANDFUL OF WORDS, by Holly Johnson

This is nothing but a handful of words,
They know not what they mean, yet here they are,
Here as i write, they will speak and be heard,
Their plea, it remains, no matter how far.

You may be right here while I’m stuck out there,
But these letters stand tall, black against white,
Expressing so pure with flavour and flair,
Not just what was, but what is and what might,

Memories may fade, the years, they turn dark,
We will grow old, grow weak, struggle to cope,
But now we are strong. We will make our mark,
It may not be much, but we could use some hope.

Just know, every word written here is true,
Read and you’ll see, I’m still right here with you.

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