the years of tears and laughter shared
a gift or time and vulnerability
demanded by grief too big to bear
alone.
I give thanks now,
not for your broken
heart, nor even for my own
But rather for our hearts that
dared, not stand alone,
these hearts that beat though
broken, bent and bruised,
these hearts that beat
together still.
gkn April 24, 2017
What a beautiful poem about friendship, and about the broken hearts we carry with us, beating yet.....
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ReplyDeleteYour poem holds true the old saying that sorrow shared is halved. Love, C and J
ReplyDeleteThanks so being a part of halving so much of my sorrow, dear ones!
ReplyDeleteThanks so being a part of halving so much of my sorrow, dear ones!
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