A Rip In My Heart

About a week ago we lost a friend.
Just when we relaxed and thought it had come to an end.
Each time this happens it is like a rip in our hearts.
It makes us feel sad when we see them depart.
It makes me feel good when I see the tear in your eye.
It proves that you care when you break down and cry.
We protect, teach and grow to care,
For those who make us angry and who pull our hair.
Who cuss us and pinch us and kick us and bite.
They are the ones that make our days bright.
So we pick up a needle and sew up the rip in our heart.
Always remembering those that depart.

©1990
 

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