Her Last Gift - A Poem By: Justice James

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Her last lucid display of love

will last forever in my heart even as time and memories fade to gray

Her smile her eyes like bright blue skies offered comfort by way of not being aware that memories were blending physical pain unending

Wanting to arrange my future my life, her last gift as a wife and my best friend only caring that I'm not alone

Often I feel her presence like a cool breeze during bastardly waves of heat or warm thoughts on a winter's morn

Her last gift, not wanting me to be alone


Poetry Written By:

Justice James


Poetry Published By:

Eryn Dunbar

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