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You saw me at my Best,
You saw me at my worst.
That´s what I loved about you,
you always put me first.
You always made me laugh,
you sometimes made me cry.
Together we made each other complete,
as always, we got by.
You worked so hard to keep us,
you turned in everyday.
No matter if you didn´t feel well
you always found a way.
You said you didn´t notice,
you said you had no clue
and as the Doc said "Cancer"
this came right out the blue.
You fought this fight so bravely,
you never did complain,
you often wiped away my tears,
cos I couldn´t take the strain.
You´re up in Heaven now you are,
God took you for to rest.
I know that Heaven has gained a Good one,
Cos God only takes the best.
A poem by Suzanne karbach
You saw me at my worst.
That´s what I loved about you,
you always put me first.
You always made me laugh,
you sometimes made me cry.
Together we made each other complete,
as always, we got by.
You worked so hard to keep us,
you turned in everyday.
No matter if you didn´t feel well
you always found a way.
You said you didn´t notice,
you said you had no clue
and as the Doc said "Cancer"
this came right out the blue.
You fought this fight so bravely,
you never did complain,
you often wiped away my tears,
cos I couldn´t take the strain.
You´re up in Heaven now you are,
God took you for to rest.
I know that Heaven has gained a Good one,
Cos God only takes the best.
A poem by Suzanne karbach
Literature
Of Words and Nudity
A poem is a story without it's clothes on.
It's an island in a sea of white,
An artist's heart in ink.
It's proof of thought,
Of emotion,
Of sensation.
It's a place to go,
A shield to hide behind,
A confession to make.
A poem is one's true nature,
One's soul - naked.
Literature
How to Hug from Far Away
Type and write, your arms wide open,
smile through emotions, the warming moment.
Far away, but so very close.
For the friends and family, you love the most.
Create a letter, then press enter,
send your love you’re no pretender.
Across the sea, one day you’ll meet.
For friends and family, you’ll one day greet.
Retrieve a message, return the hug,
feel so better, a different love.
From different lands, gentle hands.
For friends and family, who make you glad.
It’s easy to hug from far away,
But harder to feel, the warmth we need.
Literature
A Closet Deep
They're not hiding they were forced
judgement worst
with mumbled retorts
quivering red lips sobbing
muffled rebuttals
It's your fault
for
being
you
that sickness
infecting
you
turn the tumblers of coal
they don't want the world to know
who you are
who you have been with
who you kissed women or men
some are forced in catacombs thick
for their closets are deposits
of
fear and shame
for the hand that closes the door
other hands will open them
for you
ones who warden you
Have already confined themselves to claustrophobic cells.
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Your poem is so beautiful and sad, I knew a couple people who died of cancer