As I place each puzzle piece
Of who I’ve become to be
I can’t hide or help but realize...
You lent your heart in order to shape
Each jagged jigsaw piece
Slowly creating the frame
Carefully carving each
Not knowing it would fill in without you
You were the one rounded edge
In a box full of pointed sides
And at the end you just couldn’t fit
With the rest of the others…
They all formed straight lines
You would complete a circle perfectly well
And slide in between half moons with ease
But for a box or a square, you bend too much
Your shape only fits after a fight and a fuss
But with grace and with thanks
I acknowledge your place
Outside this beautiful picture…
Its pieces were perfectly made
Its parts would be puzzled without you
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