GRIEF Poem: Dear Mom, by Veronica Marshall

Missing
People Dissing Time
Items left
Memories never made
Every Year it’s
Happy Birthday But-
Finding Things
Being Reminded
That the Angry People
Never healed.
They Acted like
It was the end of their world
When mine was
Waiting to begin.
You lost Grandma
Around the same age
Outlived by A few.
It comes and Goes
But nothing is the same.

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