Del et dikt!

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Dette fikk jeg av søsteren min etter at mamma døde (for 2 år siden). Hun mente hun kjente meg igjen i diktet:

Sitat:

Don’t Think I Do Not Grieve
by Brenda Penepent

Don’t think I do not feel;
because you see no tears.
A river rages deep inside
of grief, and loss, and fears.

Just because I do not cry now,
don’t think my heart’s not broken.
I keep inside the misery
of words not to be spoken.

Sometimes I smile, or crack a joke,
so you won’t see the pain;
or notice how my hands will shake,
or how I’ve gone insane.

Each time I chance to think of her,
my heart is ripped asunder.
The loss I feel is mine alone.
you will not see my thunder.