That time of the year
How bitter sweet this time of the year can be/Sweet just watch the the happiness in my daughter's eyes as she speaks/about memories of last year's holidays but feel like last week's/Bitter because they are ONLY memories I can keep/and no longer live because of the seperated family we've became/they say time heals all but the wounds still remain/
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When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us!!