Dedicated to Amy Skaar who lost a dear friend one year ago today.
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Cuddle and hold
Cherish our friends
Old ones, dear and frail
When they pass on
a part of us is taken.
Replaced by a part of them.
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Memories, so precious
tender and intimate
Pain so raw, fade
smile, images of them,
us appear in our heads,
our hearts.
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