The Words That Heals - Poem by Jerusalmi Streete
I'm glad I have the gift to write,
So you can see it with your sight,
And I'm sorry she's not with you in the flesh,
but keep praying for the very best. I hope someday you all will meet again,
because death can't separate two best friends. Be strong always for the trials of life,
so you may endure the toughest fights. It's wonderful that you're in this world!
Take card of yourself and be a good girl,
and keep shining as the burning sun,
even when your work on earth is done. Be gentle; meek; so to speak.
This is all coming from Mr. Streete.
Comments about The Words That Heals by Jerusalmi Streete
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye