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Yvonne Kania

Rookie (24th May 1970 / Mansfield, nottinghamshire)

Family


The warm feeling
When tears get wiped
The hug that hold you tight
From this family

The tearless nights
The evening smiles
And the echoing laughs
From this family

The helpful Advice
The never ending fights
And endless talks
From this family

The waking sunshine
The sleepy sunset
The bright faces
From this family

Submitted: Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Topic of this poem: family


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It was written for my family after being so kind after a relationship break-up. I wrote it one evening in my room, it as a warm feeling to it.

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