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»Heaven called«

by Louise Isaac, June 19, 2022

Three sixty five days times two….
That’s another year without you.
My heart is still empty,
I could scream… don’t temp me….
Since the day heaven called out your name.

You brightened the day
with the things that you’d say,
your humour was one of a kind,
I inherited your twisted mind
But that’s gone, taken from me,
since heaven called your name.

I wish you could call me,
even just to complain,
another broken phone,
Or you driving me insane

The tapping of your walking stick
As you walked down the path.
how never missed a trick
or teaching Emelia math.

your sarcastic remarks
Your never ending whit.
Your humour it sparks
The most random shit

I want it back but impossible…….
Torn away, I feel hollow i don’t like this pain.
I wish today was tomorrow though
I’d still feel the same.
I hate heaven the most………
for calling your name!

Written: June 2022
Tags: Death Emotions Hate Life Memories Parents Personal Sad

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