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The First Loss Hurts the Most
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The First Loss Hurts the Most |
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The_Nameless_One Member
since 2007-01-20
Posts 165Missouri |
I sat there watching As she died Wishing I could hear "I love you" one last time All of us in utter distress She left us all with a hole in our hearts She was the first loved one I ever lost I will never forget that day seeing her laying there in total disaray nothing like her usual self Two doves were sitting on the window sill When she passed one flew off one stayed I cried the entire night not understanding quite yet what this all really meant I was nine just a young boy my favorite Grandmother gone just like that never to take me to church again or write and read her beautiful poetry to me again The next day her yellow rose bush that she planted the year before bloomed just one yellow rose it never has bloomed again just the one time the day after she went to Heaven [This message has been edited by The_Nameless_One (01-04-2008 05:14 PM).] |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
oh my Preston... your words for your Grandma are beautiful... I wish mine was as nice as yours... love RDB Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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The_Nameless_One Member
since 2007-01-20
Posts 165Missouri |
she was wonderful and a very good poet to boot I wish I could find some of her poems and post them to share with you all I'm going to call my Dad and have him read me the poem my Grandfather wrote about her yellow rose it's beautiful I'll post it here in a little bit |
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The_Nameless_One Member
since 2007-01-20
Posts 165Missouri |
well nevermind my Dad says that my Grandfather's poem is too personal he never even sent it in to his usual publications so sorry |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
well Preston... at least your Dad has it for safe keeping ... it must be a very beautiful poem...you are blessed to have had such a wonderful Grandma... love RDB Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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