Pain to purpose

October 30, 2023
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The last time I saw your face
The look of your eyes on me
You lived a life with such grace
Taught me courage and dignity

Your eyes saw through my form
I could tell, you saw much more
To see more than my every norm
Held my hand as of times before

When your voice I barely heard
Sweet whispers they were to me
Need to hear you, just one word
Say your thoughts to me

When you closed your eyes in sleep
Were you thinking of me not there
To hold your hand, gently weep 
To tell you, I'll always care

To know you, then to let you go
Is the hardest thing I'll ever do
I'll carry you forever that I know
My tribute I'll daily renew

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Chris G Peters

Poet

Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.