The power of tiny gestures is immense
The nod, the smile, the wink, the thoughtful glance
That means we still exist, though we are lost
And now are forced to pay the total cost
The power of words when written on a card
Chosen with much care when loss has scarred
The little words which meant so much to me
I had them framed so I would always see.
The big romantic game, the winners stare
The losers slink away, will they not bear?
The weight of death and loss, the fear of shame
The onea who cut us dead, the ones who came
Forgive me now for all I have not done
Omission of good words, a smile, a pun
How my heart sings 
How do you create these? They are wonderful ❤
I sometimes hear someone say a few and it sets my mind off.Glad you like it.Thank you so much