It’s Strange

A short funeral poem about not taking loved ones for granted and being thankful for their presence in your life.

It’s strange we don’t appreciate
The things we see each day
We never know their value
Till they’re cruelly snatched away
Things I took for granted then
Her voice, her smile, her touch
I always knew I loved her
But I never knew how much

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