All Or Nothing Poem by Brooke Renwick

All Or Nothing

At this nurturing abode.
We cradle tenderness.
I am well again.
I found love.
One day it
will be gone.
This is it.
Don't say later,
there was no warning.
Love is a precious gift.

Friday, May 29, 2026
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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Brooke Renwick

Brooke Renwick

Sydney, Australia
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