Which misses most,
The hand that tends,
Or heart so gently borne,
‘Tis twice as heavy as it was
Because the hand is gone?
Which blesses most,
The lip that can,
Or that that went to sleep
With “if I could” endeavoring
Without the strength to shape?
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I like this poem. It’s short but gets to the point.