Dear Friend,
How are you still here
when anyone else would have run away?
How did you stay,
wading through the tears,
and misery,
self-pity, and
self-blame?
Where did you get those strong arms
that held me up
when I had no legs?
That held me still,
when I shook with fear?
Where did you get those eyes
that saw my beauty
through the film
of imperfection that I call
skin?
And how did you grow that heart,
where I live?
And who would I be,
if you were gone?
Thank you.
Sincerely,
Sandra
About the Creator
Sandra Matos
I write so that people will remember me. I make art for the same reason. I had a mother that I never knew. Who she was, how she smelled, or what she valued. I don't want anyone to wonder who I was.
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Lovely supportive words
This is so beautiful and emotional! 😭❤️