THE GIFT

I had thought that your death
Was a waste and destruction,
A pain of grief hardly to be endured.

I am only beginning to learn
That your life was a gift and a growing
And a loving left with me.

The desperation of death
Destroyed the existence of love,
But the fact of death
Cannot destroy what has been given.

I am learning to look at your life again
Instead of your death and your departing.

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