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  • Mona Rose
  • July 30, 2019

I'm so very sorry to hear about your loss. My brother was a writer, and I did not support this until after he passed. Writing has been a great way to release emotions for me as well.

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  • Adaana Darjee
  • July 30, 2019

I wish I could call each of these people whose stories I just read (after reading your poem and story) and say you are making a difference in someone's day, whether you get to know it or not! I'd be your dearest friend. When we're afraid of that light turning red, please be aware that we have made it to today! Strength is within you. Maybe you can't feel it or have trouble understanding or believing it's within, but it's there! You could change your world completely and people who haven't gotten the joy of knowing you yet. Thank you for staying another day. Thanks for waking up, being just who you are. Embrace what you can and lean on these poems.

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  • Arianna
  • July 30, 2019

This hit me hard. I always try to make others happy, I'll smile, I'll listen, I'll make sure that they know they're loved. When it comes to myself, though, I never let anyone see how deep I've really sunk in my own worries and thoughts. It's gotten to the point where it's hard to give a real smile anymore, and people have started to notice the difference. I really love this poem, and I hope I have enough strength to get better and be truly happy like at the end of this poem. Thank you. I needed this.

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  • Bipasha Roy
  • July 29, 2019

It's a delight to read this poem. So humorous, so lovely! Shel Silverstein is one of my favorite poets. His poems are enjoyed not only by children but also by adults who have secretly retained a child's heart within them.

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  • Kelly Anne Plant
  • July 27, 2019

I really feel for you and your mum. My mum, sisters & I have my dad's funeral to arrange, and all I want is for it to be honest and true to who my dad was: he was an unfiltered, cheeky, honest brilliant dad, husband etc. Maybe your close friends and family can have a private gathering to say and do what you were robbed of at his funeral. I wish you the best, and I'm so sorry for your loss.

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  • Sage Jade
  • July 27, 2019

Still I rise. Such sass and strong, inspiring words. Maya Angelou is my hero.

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  • Lisa Bennett
  • July 26, 2019

Love this poem. I'm 55 years old, and it still applies to my feelings about my dad. Great job!

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  • Beenish Faryad
  • July 25, 2019

My grandmother also passed away this month from a brain hemorrhage. I miss her so much. Doctors offered surgery on her. We all agreed, but she died. I can't believe that she has gone forever. I loved her. I was so attached with her. She was really like a mother to me. Now, I call her in my loneliness (dadi ami) as I called when she was with me, but she doesn't recall my name. I can't believe it. I also think that she is alive and one day she will come and hug me. She is far away. I watched her pictures with me and cried. I never forget her voice, hug, kisses and her style. She was just 70. I can't forget her during my whole life.

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  • Vishali
  • July 25, 2019

It gives me inspiration! As a woman, we have to suffer from all these difficulties, but if we have courage to do something bold, no one can stop us.

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  • Theophilus O. Ogundeji
  • July 25, 2019

Life is full of loud shouts of distractions and contradictions while the sound of focus is but a whisper. Nature, fortunately sings this silent tune of focus to ears that would seek her. The poem perfectly expresses this. May we all find the strength to heed the silent tune of focus and ignore the loud noises of contradictions.

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