To my cat
I leave my
lap, to my
son I leave
my hope,
to my girl
I leave my
grit, to my
love, I leave
my whisper,
to my loss
I leave my
hidden spring, to
tomorrow
I leave
everything.
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January 14, 2017 by Rosemerry
To my cat
I leave my
lap, to my
son I leave
my hope,
to my girl
I leave my
grit, to my
love, I leave
my whisper,
to my loss
I leave my
hidden spring, to
tomorrow
I leave
everything.
Love this piece
thanks! I just hope I don’t need a will anytime soon 🙂
Fingers crossed. To more years, and good poetry!
Love the contents and the rhythm of this poem.
To all the rest of us you leave our hearts’ memories?
Eduardo, it is so nice to have your comments on the blog again thank you. r
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