I carry this jar of hearts
collected on the way
they were given, never taken
I must say.
Some are big, some are small.
Some are full, some are not.
I see a heart along my way
but it never comes close.
I look and it tries to hide.
After a while I stop and put down
my jar and say little heart why
are you so afraid of my jar?
There is silence and then it says this
is my mommy’s heart, I told her I would
keep it and never give it away because I
wouldn’t have anything left of her anymore.
I wiped a tear away and picked up my jar
and said come little one- your heart
will never be taken as long as I am Guardian
of this jar!

(c) 2012 Kimber Michaela

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Published by Kimber Michaela

Its like opening a vein and letting it spill all over the pages. Sometimes it is just that raw!!!

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