Dear David,
A broken little heart that was mended
You taught me all I know -
My life, another’s, justice, on three chessboards in a way
Not fair to learn to play the game this way, I still did to my dismay
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But the comfort of the summer months
A room, my books, a doll I owned once
And a home given not by stork, instead out of love
I came to believe I was given a gift from above
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These memories I carry forward on this pathway
They taste like Italian soda on a hot summer’s day
My mind’s eye sees a friend, Jack, and a pitcher of water on a table
Memories of your game of chess, and finally something stable
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I still see a guardian that I loved so dear
And familial laughter which my ears still do hear
Your hug, your love - a phantom souvenir
And to still have my chessboards – a profound blessing to bear
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All my love to you,
Ashley
About the Creator
Ashley
Hello! I primarily enjoy writing fiction, but occasionally I use my background in chemistry to write skincare and beauty articles.
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All my best,
Ashley
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