Tears - Poem by Randy Johnson
She was ill for over a year.
She died just like I feared.
I held her hand as she died.
I fell apart and cried.
She gave birth to my offspring.
She used to walk around the house and sing.
But now there is silence and it makes me sad.
I've lost the will to live that I had.
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