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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It’s Strange
A funeral poem for comfort during unsettling times
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