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Comments about Natasha Almeida
Over time I try to arrange
The jigsaw of life.
I try to put together jumbled pieces.
I look back- remember,
Some memories fade,
Some remain vivid.
I count the number of marks, indents, scars,
Left on my physical and emotional being
When I think of them,
They who picked me up when I fell.
A tear drop is soothing now.
I invite change
And if change is inevitable,
The jigsaw will be re-arranged.