William the Conqueror
It's hearing their name in the wind,Thinking about them when you're alone.
It's a heart filled with joy,
It's singing them a song.
It's lifting them up when they are weak,
Pulling them off the ground.
It's crying in the hardest of times,
And sharing the final notes.
It's staying by their side,
When they are overcome with fear.
It is sharing with them your feelings,
And pledging them your soul.
It's laughing along with them,
It's shedding tears of joy.
It's knowing you will not be alone,
For all the years to come.
This is my favorite poem! A grandma's ode, or mother's, or signifucant other's. I am printing and framing this one.
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