Sometimes I write deep, artsy stuff and sometimes a little ditty like this comes out.
I’ve come to you today
To return this set of arms
If you can I’d like a pair
Less susceptible to harms
I know it’s rather odd
To return such trusted friends
But they’ve been malfunctioning
And won’t work toward my ends
Although I must say—well,
As I think about it now,
These friends did teach me much
About pain and hope and—ow!
Really, how could I keep them?
Two more please, straight away
Still—without these two,
Would I be who I am today?
Love this! So creative and deep.
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Thank you, Maddie!
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Would I be who I am today?
That you would consider how this is making you into who you are, yet still be courageous and vulnerable enough to not want it, shows such humanness. I love your poem and feel your sadness and empathize with your pain, and ache as your friend, who wishes things were different. And as your sister I praise Him, who made you and is continually making you into who you are. 🦋
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Thank you so much, Mrs. Heath. Your words mean a lot. I’m thankful that you are both a sister and a friend to me. ❤
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Dearest Abby,
We are so sorry that you are having such pain in your arms! We are praying for you. It was so wonderful to see you and to be with you. We love you tremendously! Happy Fourth of July!
All our love,
Grammy and Pop-pop
XXXXXOOOOO
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Truth, man. xD
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*high-fives* xD
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