My Poor Darling Old Girl

My Poor Darling Old Girl

A Poem by humbleServant

My poor darling old girl
her sister died today
on her birthday. 
I can only imagine what it's like to have a dearly loved
family member
die on the day you were born.
We talked for a while on the phone.
She's holding up 
but . . . 
I told her I am here. . .
When I am not working
I am here
and I meant it
she can call every night if she needs to.

© 2017 humbleServant

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Added on April 3, 2017
Last Updated on April 3, 2017



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