Dear One,

I miss your smile

I miss your laugh

I miss your spirit and your craft.

When I started this letter it was too late, 

I should have written it before this date.

You taught me kindness

you taught me jokes.

You have my heart and I have yours

until we meet at the doors.

Till that day I'll live my life,

like you taught me and I'll be alright.

I wish I could have sent this through 

but undelivered this is to you.

Love, Drew


This poem is about: 
My family
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