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Another Goodbye
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Another Goodbye |
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HM3 Member
since 1999-07-15
Posts 169TX |
There's a poem in his pocket that he will never see As I watch here from the outside, trying to believe He chose to rise to heaven, leaving me behind He left without much warning, heavy on my mind Now that Mother's joined him in the home up above Again I feel the loss, one less kiss, one less hug Uncle Sonny and Mother should have much to talk about With the poem in his pocket and her sunflower there's no doubt She could read him the poem written many years ago And he could scatter seeds, ease my sense of woe Though we knew time was passing, often weaker each new day We thought the possibilities must still be months away Gathered around her bedside she pleaded "Take me home" And with a single prayer her wishes were made known Lord let me leave them as gently as I can and give them the courage strength to understand Work like money doesn't matter, love like you've never been hurt, dance like nobody's watching... |
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P.U Stinkenbaum Member Posts 388 No Fan Of Exhaust Fans |
Pulls at the heart. Poignantly written, and well. It aint the sweet smell of success wafting below your nose... |
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