If I was given the chance,
Before making the trip to heaven,
To pack up one suitcase,
Full of heart memories,
To take with me,
Upon my arrival,
Through those pearly gates,
Stopping immediately,
To empty my suitcase,
The first thing to take out,
Would be the memory of your smile;
Those pearly whites,
Shining their bright light,
Back at me,
Having lifted and carried me forward,
Through most of my days.
And so, there is no question,
When moving upward and onward,
They’d remain with me.
-Gilda Patricia
This metaphor is so evocative. Love this poem! ❤
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Glad you like it!
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Oh dear!!..Such a nice poem this is.. Heart warming and beautiful 🙂 ❤
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Thanks so much for your sweet comment!
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My pleasure 🙂
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