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Inspiration Saboo


When I was three you were given to me.

From a man I call Grandpa.

Since then Monkeys have been a part of me.

Your name Saboo is famous in my family.

You mean a great deal to me.

At the age of six I had surgery.

Minor it was the surgeon let you in the Operating room.

Your presence is soft and comforting.

When I am sad you make me happy.

When I was 11 I had another surgery.

Major it was the surgeon did not let you in the Operating Room.

But during my recovery you helped me more than anyone can believe.

Even now as a teenager you help me when I am stressed,

You help me when I am sad and help me when I am mad.

You will always be a part of me.

An inspiration to me,

You will always be.

 
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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression! Please never stop expressing from the heart. Continue the journey of poetry.&nbsp;</p>

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