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The Eclectic Pen - My Precious Angel

By: Roy B. (mountdewboy)   + 20 more  
Date Submitted: 11/3/2008
Genre: Uncategorized
Words: 209
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I must face this day that has come, A day that doesn't come for some I hate it when this day comes near. I get all down and feel the tears As I make a trip to the store I so hate going thru the door I stand there for hours it’s so hard To go thru all of them to find that right card As his day draws near, I sit down and sign it with my tears Because all I can feel are the deep inner fears That one day, I will never get to see his smiling face For he is no longer with us, no longer in this place This would be his 10th birthday, as most don’t know For he left us so young, never had a chance to grow That I have lost my first before he even got a chance to be born Tears me apart with tears and forlorn That I put all his unopened cards, along with a pair of sox As I have made him, his own special wooden box Now, I sit here all alone; cry my heart out with no one around. I know that he comes and visits me because I can feel him around My Precious Angel No Longer Here But he is with me through every tear 2 Nov 2008 Roy W. Bair With assistance by Annmarie Crepinsek

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