Krysten Marie? Poem by leticia s david

I cut myself when the good china broke,
It only made a mark on my skin, a scar to remember.
But when I heard you speak, it made me forget,
I lost touch of the scars and the sadness that floats around it.
When you spoke, it was as if, you were healing me,
with your words,
A balm for my soul and a wish for my heart,
to be, whole again.

Oh, sometimes, we ponder, about things that have no consequence or significance,
we sigh and mourn for the lost, and we cannot remember the ones we still love.

Now, I know you are here, with me and you have loved,
you did not lose, you won,
because He heard your voice, and I did too,
the scars are gone,
But the place where they had a home remains still, its here.....
I wish for you...
I wish for you