
Marie381Uk
Joined March 2020
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I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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A letter to my dad
Dear Dad, I sat holding your hand in the hospital all night when you died. I wasn’t ready for this; I still need you by my side. Cancer, pulling you to heaven's door—please don’t go, Dad; stay a while more. How can a heart so beautiful die? I don’t need anybody, Dad, just you and I.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets











