Torn apart
Scattered, unglued
I’ll never get over
Over losing you.

Too many memories
So many good times
Shared with our family
Yours became mine.

Spit on a griddle
With your hair on fire
Running around
Filled with desire.

Up on the roof
Or out on a limb
There you would be
With that childish grin.

Fun and games
Always a smile
Always prepared
To go that extra mile.

No one quite like you
Not even close
Everyone loved you
But, I loved you the most.

Torn apart
Scattered, unglued
Life won’t be the same
The same without you.


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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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