Diamonds In My Soup
As I open each present, you sent to me,
the words of comfort, take me where you are.
You all are like kin, that is the way I feel,
kindness from your heart with each stroke of your pen.
Life gets hard, and sometimes we need a change,
maybe another place, maybe another name.
I'm not certain where my journey may lead,
but one thing is for sure, we are on the same team.
Some have heartache, in many different ways,
and down on our knees, is where we pray.
Merry Christmas soup poets, my brothers, and sisters
of rhyme,
your words are treasured diamonds, and in my heart
you will always shine.
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