Dear Abuela,
On the holidays
All I can do is think of you
I think of all the memories that we had
I think of the jokes we shared
The times we laughed
The times we cried
But then I remember the pain you were in
The times when you wanted to give up
The times when I thought you were being harsh
But you were really preparing me for life
I learned to never sugar coat anything
Always tell the truth no matter what even if you come off as rude or mean
I am lost without you
I have nowhere to go without you here
When you died you took a piece of me with you
I am lost
I love and miss you
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Midnight Thoughts
PoetryA collection of original poems written from the mind of a young teen.
