A Poem by wiley
I Struggle Finding
Thanks This Year,
I Miss Your
Warm Embrace.
Yet Gazing At
Your Photograph,
A Smile Adorns
My Face.
So When It's Time To
Give Our Thanks,
The Truth We
Can't Ignore,
It's Memories Of
Loved Ones Lost
That We Are
Thankful For.
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