She wore a ring on nearly each of her fingers
And she said they were all her Mum's
The watch at her wrist was her Granddad's
Who died last year and was buried in roses
The dress was borrowed from her sister
And the shoes she bought with a friend
All of these peaces made a whole
And as a person, to me, she made sense
She said she was a composition of everyone she loved
And I felt it was true when she meant
That from now on I could be a part
Of the world that she tried to create.
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Poetry»If in doubt, please make art Cause when the world falls apart You might mend a broken heart« Poetry from the notes app on my phone
