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Post by Harleyangele on Mar 2, 2003 4:54:35 GMT -5
Footsteps, I constantly hear your little footsteps in the hallway. Footsteps, I hear them. It seems like I have been through this before. Sometime has come now, sometime has passed. But things still look the same. Is Heaven all above and Paradise below? And the question still remains. Can we see you? Are we near you? How could you disappear out of here? I wish for something, I wish you were here. I am sorry, my son. The guilt will forever remain as will your memory so constant every day. Footsteps, I still hear your little pitter, patter, footsteps walking down the hallway. I hope you knew that I loved you then and I always will. I love you still even from down here. Birds of a Feather always stay together, and they never seperate, no fear; my brave one, Mommy is still here. If all the world was turning blue and gold like throught your eyes so clear the time has come to celebrate our past and crystallize this sphere. There will come a day. Some day, my day will come and I hope that you will welcome me back and Mother and Son will be one once again. Eternally Forever, "Your Mother" Angel
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Post by engarde on Mar 3, 2003 4:49:20 GMT -5
"The guilt will forever remain as will your memory so constant every day."
Such strong words and with so much feeling. I'm sorry for your loss and hope writing at least makes it somewhat bearable...
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Post by Maryann22 on Mar 9, 2003 22:58:30 GMT -5
this poem almost made me cry it was so heartfelt, so sad, but greatly writen keep up the great work
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