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Twenty ThreeThis is the date God called my husband home. 12-18-1986 Each year I write for him~~~~ Each year I'm missing him~~~~ MORE THAN YESTERDAY~~~ LESS THAN TOMORROW Twenty Three Melancholy moods mist my mind with thoughts of you This date arrives and I can't believe the number Seems like only moments ago, yet I know that can't be true Twenty three years of nights of dreamless slumber. Still, waking thoughts bring memories ever dear Time spent with you remains captive in my heart My conscious mind recalls both loud and clear The love we share tho we are far apart. The years I measure now are twenty-three. Each breath I take brings me closer, still, to you. I never thought a Merciful God would allow me All these years to still be missing you. karen 12-18-2009 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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