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My friend lost her mother recently, and I want to be there for her, but how can I do so? Write a poem, short story, prose, etc. about being there for someone who lost someone dear to them. Tag me @justaperson
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Tyla

carving the lines of hope

I'll Hold your tears in glass 

I 'll wrap  you in wool and safeguard the memories 

I'll take your pain 

and grow flowers from the emotional scars

I'll be the crag for the mountain you have to walk upon 

I'll be the candle in night 

I'll be your clown to bring you a smile 

wrapped in a bow 

I'll steal the stars and the suns 

and paint your room in happiness 

I' won't shove how are u doing in your face 

I'll tell you being not okay is simply okay 

I'll get angry with you 

I 'll cry with you 

I'll put myself in your shoes, in order to foretell the path you will tread on in your life 

I will encourage 

I will infect you  with power and strength 

I will savor the moments of triumph you feel in life and empower you and tell you can do this. 

I will never walk away when you say I need to be alone 

because here's the truth no one wants to be alone, they just want to savor the last drop of pride they have left in them after you have seen them crack emotionally 

I'll take your hand and open it and give you hope 

I'll talk about the angel you lost with you as your doing that, I am writing a collage of the memories and create you a time machine of pictures and words 

so that you will never lose them 

I'll crack my heart and shove you in 

to help you feel alive 

I'll Promise you that you will see them in paradise 

a kingdom of stars 

and that I know because dead souls live in our hearts 

I will never let you totter, 

I will get down on my knees in middle of night 

and pray to god 

that he will give you the strength you  need 

for death will be no more, neither  will there me no mourning or outcry 

for I live for this day,