Words loosed with kindness meant,
Heal not harm by composed content.
Caring sounds awaited by injured heart,
Send sorrow collected to depart.
The young are forward led from speech.
Their ready visions our nouns beseech.
Fresh hope of future will obtain,
With acceptance of self, nice words sustain.
For those long of age our thanksgiving marks,
Past words of forgiveness from loving hearts.
The after life will deny them not from us,
But held closer by prayers of remembrance.
--jpR
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