The Magrebh holds you to her

And you died a lonely death

In the Garden named Morocco

Who drew you to her with tales of love and neverending happiness

And you met your end, alone and scared

But left behind an angel

An angel who has a band of sisters watching over her

Sisters who walked on different paths

But loved you as their own

No one condemns the one you left behind

He will alone have to face the neglect he showed you

The care he did not give you

The numbers he did not call

The honesty he did not give the band of sisters who awaited your news

And Heather that dress that others wear

And that crown that another wears

Will never shine as brightly as it did for you

For you alone needed the love you missed your whole life

And you rest alone

In the Garden named Morocco

What a beautiful and tragic poem.

Heather, may you rest in peace.

This honestly brought tears to my eyes....

RIP Heather.

Very touching poem....

I didn't know her but I hope she is at peace...

wow.. while that poem was lovely and sad and tragic.. i have one of my own to post.... and sadend to say.. you people know not waht you speak of...

the man heather loved, loved her back... and every night he crys and that is a fact.

for the love he has lost, this too does include... a beautiful baby girl that he named so true was his beautiful princess.. princess number two, but nothing could compare to the love that has lost... badrs wife and sara's mother.

heather still rests in a small piece of heaven, her family cant seem to help her home, so in morocco she stays not at all alone.

and what of baby princess badr longs for so? she lives with an unlce who wants to let her go.... like an unwanted puppy, he wants to give her up... its sara not heather that is all alone and that SUCKS

as for these dresses you say others wear... not once has one ever touch some one so fair..

moving on past heathers death, a new woman has entered into this mess. and though not as loved dear sweet heather, this she does know... but to say she steals crowns and dress HOW LITTLE YOU KNOW

i know this as fact, for the crown i did buy, for my dear friend aimee.. that is no lie. so aime is now badrs love, but still crys on her sholder for heather, his first love. and many nights my should is there, for my dear friend aimee to shed her tears.

the dresses aimee wear are only her own... and NEVER touches that of heather.

the truth is out there so plain to see, but you bitches on wish one thing, to hurt other who have moved on... yes sweet heather is loved... and missed, but to torcher another is so unfair.

i understand some of you are hurt and may feel lost... but either way... is this all you got.... (in your life) to use hurtful words and degrad others (to make you feel better) this saddens me to no end... and know that allah isnt alwys so forgiving... for biggots such as you have no place in heaven.

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