Copyright Julia Bydulia
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In the past, there were the days when we would
separate, but, when I was gone
I knew I'd find my way home again, no matter what.
The songs you sang at night
carried me into sleep, and I could hear them
even when you weren't with me.
Now, I'll spend every night at home with you
and every birthday in joy with you
and if I'm ever gone, know I'll find my way home again
no matter what.
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*sigh* I can't write poems.
ReplyDeleteMine would go like this....
There once was a cat.
The cat laid on a mat.
Under the mat was a bat.
Inside the bat was a rat.
Once tha cat saw the rat he sat.
The cat pounced and ate the rat.
Poor rat gubbled up by the cat.
The end!
I'm like Dr. Suess, but ten times better! lol