While They Are Here - Poem by Cynthia BuhainBaello
Life is too very short for hate
For time is quickly passing
And then the time will be too late
For family and for forgiving.
The heart in life can take so much
Of hurts it stores so deep inside
The wasted years in pain is such
That damage grows so far and wide.
Brothers, sisters not speaking
At Christmas time of the year
Parents, children, all are hurting
Healing must come while they are here.
Unspoken sorry cannot be heard
When in the grave they lie
So speak it now, go say the word
Don't wait until the day they die.
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