Exactly the right colour, the perfect amount of milk
one of Mum`s specials, as we gathered round the table
in the kitchen and put the pictures together,
the blue lights and the friendly doctor, who asked
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This poem I actually like and can identify with. When Dad died, all seven of us sat around the table and talked for a while before the painful silence.
Thank you for your comment. I edited the poem. This one really tears at my heart. I like what you did here. Very emotional. Thanks again. -ralph
short and sweet...liked this poem very much...sometimes feelings are so deep and can be expressed only in silence....