My angel, oh how I miss you so~ I need you right now, more than I can say My mom, my best friend...why did you have to go? It's been six years, and still I want you to come back and stay
I talk to you in heaven, and I know you hear me~ You were my angel, still are forevermore But I need more right now...you I need to see Tears slowly fall down my cheeks...wishing you would walk through that door
You taught me how to be strong, but right now I feel week~ I know you are watching me, and that makes me smile But still my angel...your face I do seek I want to feel your arms wrap around me...just for a little while
But I know this isn't mean to be...but I still hear you sing your angel song~ Late at night, I hear your voice calling my name I know you're up in heaven...where you belong Glad you got your wings...your life mine so touched...and I'll never be the same
Dedicated to Linda Ann Kennedy Passed Away Oct 1st, 1994.
"Don't be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is before you can meet again. And meeting again after a moment or a lifetime is certain for those who are friends."
"Fate exists but it can only take you so far, Because once you're there It's up to you to make it happen."
amy-girl, i love this sweet poem, i know your missing her so right now with all the many changes going on in your life, its so hard... But you already know shes there with you and guiding you in her own way... you dont always have to be strong, she understands that too.. beautiful tender poem sweets, me loves ya jm
Lansing, MI USA
The one hits me in the heart, my friend. I can totally understand what you are going through. When you are going through a tough time, you would give anything for five minutes with her. This was sad, but a lovely tribute. She's there with you....always. Hugs to you, my friend.
Friends are friend forever if the Lord's the Lord of them and a friend will not say never cause the welcome will not end. --Michael W. Smith
Florida's Foreverly Shores
Amy~ This is beautiful and brings a tear to my cheek and a great big lump to my throat. My mother joined yours a year later on October 4, 1995. I often hear my mother's voice also. She holds my hand without being here ... just as she held me in life. Honey, trust me ... your mother will always be there for you ... just talk with her as I do with mine.
I hug you with a motherly hug. Amy, as you enter your vocation you will make strides in other lives. I have much confidence in you. *HUGS* sweetie. Love ya' ~*Marge*~
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Glen Hope, PA USA