She stands at the grave and cries
For a drunk driver had taken her daughter's life
The petals fall from the rose in her hand
Upon the grave they do land
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Yesterday You were important Today You are important Tomorrow You will be important Forever and a lifetime You are still important ...
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