Comfort
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dannibear1461
dannibear1461Mum, Novice at poetry
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Comfort

by dannibear1461

No more words of prose He will no longer compose No more knocking at my door Where I lay, alone on the floor

Came to me as he thought He brought comfort, it was more Sharing a love to write Gave me a path, insight

Follow my dreams To fly high That's why I was His butterfly

I made him write again So it was not in vain He will not share, thoughts with me I will never see his poetry...

Beautiful words from the heart That captured mine from the start Gave me the love I required To share mine as I desired

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dannibear1461Bronze CommaMum, Novice at poetry
6 months agoReply
@bernardtwindwil thank you for your kind comment I'm glad you felt the pain within but in a beautiful way

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
6 months agoReply
This is exquisitely painful and beautiful. Your verses were written evocatively of deep ethos. I loved it. Great poem!!!