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It is only God-damn words
I write poetry.
I write poetry about how I love her
I write poetry about the way she smells so sweet
I write about the way her eyes sparkle and change color
I write about her soft touch and her gentile caring
I write about how she loves so generously
I write about when I see her enter a room my heart still jumps a beat
I write about the way I watch her sleep
I write about how she cares for every little helpless animal
I write about how she nurses everyone’s wounds
I write about how our children are blessed to have a mother like her
As I hold her in the street
She is dying in my arms
I cannot stop the bleeding
Just one reckless car
I hold her till she closes her eyes for the last time
I hold her til she breathes no more