Were Two of the kindest people you'd find.
Playing tricks, all of the time. Leaving
toilet paper, up and down the halls. Making
people giggle and all. Always lending a hand,
to everyone around. Although, when opening
our doors you never knew what'd be found. Could
be a joke, or some fake ugly bug. Or Sometimes
just simple, a hug. Always something to bring a
smile, even baked cakes, once in a while. She
knitted, and, crocheted, and bongos did play.
And the last picture she drew, was of the angels
she so, loved too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Becca, Very nice poem just remembering two loved ones, who love, fun, creativity and nature of sharing have left a lasting impression on the poet. beautifully written.Touching the heart....10+++++
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