Convulsing
In paroxysms
Of grief
I have
Become
My own
Grandmother
Deceased
Long ago
Alone
Watching
Water flow
Ancestor
Mothers
Whispering
Our lives
Are now
Your
Daughter
Sorrow
Dismissed
By yowling
Pain
.
Agawela 05/14/2019
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bearspawprint 
Have you lost a daughter 💜
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I birthed no daughters
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I see, sorry, I misunderstood the poem, no offence meant. I had three sons, lost my daughters.💜💜
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💔 XOXOXO
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💜
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That particular sorrow is also an intended meaning. I am saddened that you have had that loss. You have experienced so much grief … all through your life … XOXOXO
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… and you still have room for sharing with another …
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What does not kill us makes us stronger as I have no doubt you know too💜
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Some things can break us.
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Yes true💜
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Your sweet soft heart is always open XOXOXO
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Sending hugs 💜
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