Day 130

This poem was written a few years ago after my mom had a pacemaker put in.

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Broken Heart

I’ve never seen my mother cry
As much as in the week gone by

She was seemingly made of stone
When she nearly left me on my own

She came home to a new lease
Yet now she yearns for eternal peace

It doesn’t matter how old you are
If you lose a parent, you gain a scar

Written by Anjelica N. Ruiz