Category: Poetry
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For Ella
Ella was a beautiful senior rescue dog, such a special girl, I can barely describe it. She had been abused and used for breeding before being discarded. We spent 2 years together before breast cancer consumed her. I still cry when I think about her.
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With Love, From God
I can’t actually remember writing this poem…while I’m not a religious person, I do believe there is something connecting us energetically.
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He and I
My Grandad was the most gentle and humble man, I loved him a lot. He died with Alzheimers after living a wonderful life. I felt his hand on my shoulder as I wrote this.
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Guiding Light
When my Aunt died from early onset dementia and my Grandad from Alzheimers, we all got really scared. Especially my Mum. I wrote this to show her no matter what, I’ll be there for her.
Melanie Fisher 