Grace

What is this life we live in -
what is this world we face -
I cannot be forgiving
for what you left to trace.
For soon the morrow comes
and I shall still embrace
the baby that you left me with
and I shall call her Grace.




Poetry by Lea Foverskov
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Written on 2007-06-13 at 10:27

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TeeTee
wow sad but sweet you left me to tear at this great heart felt piece loved this greatly felt it deeply keep up the good work

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2007-07-17


lastromantichero
this poem is so tender and beautiful and so pretty that name fdearest grace so fair of face well done rgds mike
2007-06-14


Rob Graber
A beautiful little piece!
2007-06-13


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Lovely name Grace and this poem has a wonderful flow and rhythm to it :)

Elle
2007-06-13


penfold18
In a word excellent it may be short but has good flow and as to content it speaks for it self.

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2007-06-13