Rae Sinclair Poems

I'm sitting in my room,
Crying silently as I stare out the window,
And listen.
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You’ve been there for me when I was weak,
Tired, cranky or plain old not well.
You took care of my hair when I was puking,
Smoothed it to calm me down.
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Life’s a mess of sorts,
Like a story waiting to be finished.
When the only time it is,
Would be the end of the story.
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