The last half decade
A lot might have happened
Like the songs that were played
And the faces that have saddened

Tears have shed
Wounds have healed
Words were said
And scars appeared

Ways have parted
Fears were born
Relationships started
And curses were sworn

Stars have shone
Souls were released
Ages have grown
Yet the pain has not ceased

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A/N poem about my grandparents, who passed away 5 and a half years ago. Originally it had another part but I erased that, because it has to do with new year (when I wrote this)

Remember peeps: freedom of the (non-English) poet :)