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Our Very Own Angel

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Poetess099
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0 posted 11-29-1999 01:45 PM       View Profile for Poetess099   Email Poetess099   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Poetess099

Has it really been ten years today
since she forever changed her life?
It seemed like only yesterday
when she became his wife.
They met "across a crowded room"
surely love at first sight.
She never thought she would find him
that warm and fateful night.
They were dating within a year
And her heart began to sing;
When one night on bended knee
he gave her that precious ring.
She said yes right away
her future, couldn't wait to start;
he had given her this ring,
but to him, she had given her heart.
"A wonderful wedding," her friends had said,
"Not a dry eye in the place."
And she couldn't have loved him anymore
as a tear ran down his face.
Two years they shared together
before welcoming their baby in.
She had Mommy's soulful eyes,
and Daddy's cute little chin.
Two more years passed by
and a son, they finally had.
One big happy family
ready to face the good and the bad.
But just a few years later,
Daddy's heart didn't feel too good.
He was always feeling tired,
but he played with us as long as he could.
"Mommy, I don't understand."
"Doesn't Daddy still love me?"
"Some days he can't remember my name."
"What's wrong? What can this be?"
We took him to all of the doctors,
but they just couldn't help him;
Mommy said the good people tried,
but the outlook's kind of dim.
Dim? I don't even know what that means.
God just give him one more chance!
He was going to teach my brother to ride a bike,
and at my wedding, he promised to dance.
My Mommy came in my room last night,
and sat down on my bed.
I tried not to cry, I tried to be brave
while I listened to what she said.
She said Daddy really did love us
but the angels loved him too;
And God asked Daddy to come play with him
So what else could he do?
I really didn't know what to say
and I just cried and cried.
My mind and my heart just couldn't believe,
that my Daddy had just died.
But I'm going to make him proud of me
and do my very best;
to be a big help and hold Mommy's hand
as they lay Daddy down to rest.
We just got back from the funeral,
and I think we're gonna be okay.
We just have to do what Daddy says,
"Live life to the fullest each day."
"Never take for granted
your loved ones all around you."
"You can always lean on them,
and they can lean on you too."
So we will live day by day,
as if it were our last.
And looking towards the future
and never looking back at the past.
This doesn't mean we don't love him,
you can tell by looking at our face;
his memory will always be with us
in our hearts, filling each and every space.




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Melissa
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RainbowGirl
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1 posted 11-29-1999 01:53 PM       View Profile for RainbowGirl   Email RainbowGirl   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit RainbowGirl's Home Page   View IP for RainbowGirl

Absolutely heartbreaking...so well written with so much emotion...Bless

HUGS

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on the threshold of a dream


2 posted 11-29-1999 02:29 PM       View Profile for suthern   Email suthern   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for suthern

How beautiful! Welcome!
RSEvans
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since 10-23-1999
Posts 1187
Tulsa, OK, USA


3 posted 11-29-1999 02:43 PM       View Profile for RSEvans   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for RSEvans

Makes me happy that I had the time to spend with my father before he passed and sad that I did not take more advantage of it. Absolutely beautiful.
Jewl_24_1999
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since 10-24-1999
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USA


4 posted 11-29-1999 04:14 PM       View Profile for Jewl_24_1999   Email Jewl_24_1999   Edit/Delete Message     View IP for Jewl_24_1999

ohh this was so sad, yet beautifully written. I loved it.
Dark Angel
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5 posted 11-29-1999 04:24 PM       View Profile for Dark Angel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Dark Angel

Beautiful!!Poetess

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What comes from the heart goes to the heart.
Samuel Coleridge


Elizabeth
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6 posted 11-29-1999 08:00 PM       View Profile for Elizabeth   Email Elizabeth   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Elizabeth's Home Page   View IP for Elizabeth

Melissa, this piece really touched me. Beautiful and sad-God bless you and your family.

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Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail-
And give her to the god of storms,
The lightning and the gale!
-Oliver Wendell Holmes
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