Three tears, two tears, one tear, no tears

The fallen ones

The ones were we forget them 

And we just move on 

The ones that are never visited again

Or even thought about again

They fall

But we should rise

Not fall down with them

Their death somehow has impacted you positively 

Just takes time to find the answer through the tears 

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Another poem from poem story novel

Caretaker 

 

Buried in the ground far down

Mom rose up to the loss

Has kept me inline

Has made my life perfect

Perfect as it could ever be

I see it in her eyes

That look of almost giving up hope

But she keeps pushing through

Which gives me the strength to keep going

We have all changed since the change

But my mom the most

She isn’t a mom or a wife or a loved one

She is the ultimate caretaker in the world