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I been lost without you since you left – Feels as if my heart has been ripped out my chest and stomped on a million times A piece of my soul vanished the moment you left Each day I try to find you but get lost in time – searching for no apparent reason Why did God have to take you home so soon? Didn't he see you were still needed here? You were the glue that held us together – now slowly falling apart The love you had for us was like a mom for her cubs – always watching and protecting I can still feel your presence each and every day But, It’s not the same as if you were here – beside me If only I was granted that one last hug telling me as you leave, “I’ll always be here mijo” I’d be happy for an eternity knowing you’re here – The wounds are slowly healing The pain is fading into the clear blue sky The smiles are returning to the surface But – Until we meet again – I’ll keep your memories alive

Contributed by Gabriel Macias

Emily Dickinson's inspiring poem!

Contributed by Megan Elizabeth Koren

Poetry is...

Contributed by Erin Koren

Annabel Lee It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea. Edgar Allan Poe

Contributed by Erin Koren

The beautiful poem read at President Obama's inauguration

Contributed by Erin Koren