The Walk with You

Our journey has been a blast,
But not quite to the end.
Forever I will remember the past,
since our times first began.
It has been so great,
and hard to forget,
the talks I so appreciate,
from the foot of your bed.

Even after you're gone,
from this world full of deception.
I know together we are not done,
completely no exceptions.

Everything that I know,
might turn out to be a shock.
Our life has been high and low,
on this progressive walk.
I have cried with you,
and I have talked with you,
but the best part of it all,
is to be on this walk with you.

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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