My spirit remained unruffled
in the midst of sorrow
A sweet smiling face
was the image I portrayed
I convinced others
including myself
that I was strong;
that everything was fine
But nobody knew:
my broken heart was bleeding!
On the late afternoon of the seventh day, I burst into tears
My pain and loneliness manifested as tears streamed down my face
My grieving heart could no longer
bear the buried pain of seeing him go
Like a volcano, my heart erupted!
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Thank you Michael😆❤
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MashaAllah! Beautiful expression of touching memories with a loving father! Nice sharing of your experience with your father! Indeed we always cherish our father.
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Thabks😆❤
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The poem and photography complement each other so well. I feel the same way about my father and my mother.
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Thank you Carol😊❤️
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Beautiful words, and I can relate as my mom passed away 6 years ago and my father, last August. It’s still surreal with both of them gone. ❤
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Thanks😊❤
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if it bleed
it cleans
staunch the wound
and never too soon eh?
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Thanks
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