This Silence Is Killing MeA Poem by Deborah Leah KrempaT his silence is killing me H ome just isn't like it use to be I wish that we could talk like families are supposed to do S top being so afraid to communicate our feelings to one another
S eems like ages since we just sat down together in quiet conversation I surely miss those days spending leisure time with you L etting go of painful memories isn't an easy thing to do E ach of us has been hurt in our own way N o one said it would be easy getting through the hard times C ome gather round the table and let us makes amends Each of us in sweet harmony
I sure miss the laughter and the tears we use to share S ometimes it helps to ease the burdens when you
K now your family is there for you no matter what the situation I just want you all to know that I love you very much L onging for your hugs, your kisses and such L iving with you my dear family I s the most wonderful adventure N o one else could ever take your place in my heart, so come G ather round the table and let us make amends
M ay we share our heartaches and our blessings, our sorrows and our joys E ach and every day in our own special way © 2009 Deborah Leah Krempa |
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1 Review Added on July 15, 2009 Last Updated on July 15, 2009 AuthorDeborah Leah KrempaToledo, OHAboutI am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..Writing
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