Packed bags
~This poem is about my mom and dad who have moved far away to forget the pain and have also found their peace here in Europe. Of course, the pain will never completely disappear, but letting go was easier for them than me, I haven't made it yet
In a land far away, they sought to flee
The pain of loss, too much to see
Their son, their light, taken in a crash
Leaving them with memories that gnash
They packed their bags and left it all
To start anew, to stand tall
On a distant shore, they made their home
A place where grief could not roam
But in their hearts, the ache remained
Their son's absence, forever ingrained
His twin sister by their side
A constant reminder of the void inside
Yet in the distance, they found peace
A balm for sorrow, a sweet release
For though he's gone, his spirit lives on
In the love that binds them, strong and drawn.
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