My heart is drifting upwards
Held only by a fragile piece of string
Floating high amongst the clouds
A balloon, about to burst from pain.
One end of the string, tied securely to my heart
The other end held firmly by many sets of hands
My true love, my boys and my friends
Gently and lovingly reaching inside, healing my pain.
Kate, that’s lovely. As are Pete’s words.
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Thanks Lachie, and lovely to see you joining the conversation here too!
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Wonderful poem. You are so loving and much loved in return.
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Lovely! Such beautiful words.
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I love you more than I can ever tell you. You are the air that I breathe and my conscience. In a world gone mad I look at you and believe there is a better way.
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Beautiful poem!
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