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| A poem I wrote about my son a few years back.
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A child of eight years long
Years corrupted at times with anger
Fear and pain
As shadows drew close, stirring demons within
I sat up night asking, had your time so soon come
A heart so damaged fought with every beat
Body so small, so frail, how long I wondered could you fight
Almond eyes of blue glanced up as you where wheeled away
Fifty-fifty was all they would say
I remember thinking farewell, hope to see you again
Shan’t say goodbye,
Wandering would it do any good to pray or cry
It’s been ten minutes since the bus was due
I really should learn not to worry
A honk from a horn and here runs you
Hair alive in the golden sun, your eyes reflecting the blue above
A bundle of joy, forever a child
The sweetest ever of little boys
The lesson learned here and along the way
Is yes, sometimes it does do good to pray.
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Posted by donchering on 2008-01-01 21:24:53 | Rating: | Views: 88
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:) Not only is this really good, but yes...it is great to pray.
I'm glad everything worked out for you and your family.
Peace to you and your loved ones throughout the coming year-
Keep God close to your heart always!
Namaste! ^.^
Meg
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Posted by justcoexisting
on 2008-01-01 21:48:25
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The divine in me also honors the divine in you! Thank you
Have a very blessed new year.
Don
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Posted by donchering
on 2008-01-01 21:52:08
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Great Work! "Very Heart-Felt"...Thanks for the share.
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Posted by bevel
on 2008-01-02 18:46:30
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