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The Poem

Anthony picked some flowers for me and wrote me a poem. It may not make sense until you understand Anthony's heart. The poem reads:

Dear Mom

A poem for you

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I like when your heart is red

because then I can go to bed

The divorce was really hard on both Gina and Anthony, and tears were shed. He gave me this poem and said that he liked when my heart was red, to him that meant my heart was happy and he could rest. His sensitivity touched my heart so much. He hated when people he cared about were sad.

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