Mail-Less Gratitude Poem by michael Smajda

Mail-Less Gratitude



How can I ever forget you?
And all the things you've done for me.
And in life, being a good wife,
Loving me, unconditionally.

How can I ever repay you?
This thought always haunts me, my love.
Each "Thank You" I write on paper
Can't be mailed to Heaven above.

Monday, December 16, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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