Tuesday, January 14, 2014

My Great Gain: A Poem

My Great Gain

I kept your name, and I kept your ring;

I got our daughter and your things--

Your grandpa’s knives, your mom’s dishes,

With your future dreams and wishes.


I kept our friends, church, and car

I kept your life’s savings so far.


You can keep your broken heart,

The still, beating muscle, torn apart.

Learn if it will work again;

It’s up to you to start the mend.