I had no power to be your twin,
to make a bright new sun stream in
or let the longed for end begin.
I could not get inside your skin
to bear the pain, with just a grin,
of life so worn and paper thin.
You had the power to draw me near
and whisper, knowing I would hear
your disappointment and your fear.
I had no power to wriggle free.
Is this how love is meant to be,
always a twig, never a tree?
If you could see what I’ve become,
would you smile or raise your thumb?
Shame you’ll never know I made it, Mum.
Very touching, Diana. And I’m sure your mum would be proud of you and your family.
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We’ll have to agree to disagree on that one… but thanks for the comment! š
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Wrenching. Makes me realize how lucky I am. Keep writing about this, please.
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Wrenching? Wow! Thank you!
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