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a mother's plea (for dying daughter)

a mother's plea (for dying daughter)

Tears fall silently,
Grief's heavy shroud.
Loss whispers coldly,
Darkness crowds.

Heartache's bitter grip,
Pain's sharp sting.
Empty spaces within,
Sorrow's offering.

Yet through the ache,
Love's strength endures.
In every tear,
Our bond secures.

Please, stay strong.
Hold on, love.
Fight, my child.
Life awaits you.

Brighter days ahead,
Don't leave me.
Your laughter, needed.
Stay with us.

We need you.
You're my heart.
Brave, beautiful soul,
Keep fighting, darling.

Hope remains.
We're here,
Always together.
My love,
Endures.        
 

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Marion

I really think this is stunning Thomas, such emotion conveyed...excellent work x

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thomas3535

ty for your kind comment , lol its automatic that response, but i truly am gratified beyond expression by your critique 

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Shirley Harrison

This theme and rhyme are extremely beautiful, along with the emotion no parent on earth should feel such pain. 🌹

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janie18

hey thomas I loved this can i copy it please?

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