Missing the People We Love

We feel like a puzzle piece is missing,

Saddened that the picture isn’t intact.

 

Time and effort was spent on a cause,

Building a foundation out of love.

 

We can’t see the whole photo,

But that doesn’t mean it’s incomplete.

 

The entire image is alive in our hearts,

A portrait no person can steal from us. 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Your words ring truth in the incompleteness...Bravo......

[Ranger Nadaly]

I understand what you are trying to say. I like the poem but maybe convey the idea of the poem in the poem and instead of in the title.