Child,
grasp my hand...
do not be afraid,
for you are coming to heaven...
your mother cannot come,
not now at least...
but when she does,
you will be a beautiful angel...
come darling,
you cannot linger,
until your mother comes to heaven,
I will care for you,
for I am your guardian angel...














Comments
you did an incredible job on both of these poems
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My train of thought just derailed
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If we can't laugh, then our enemies win!
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My train of thought just derailed
wow thanks!!! l'll post em as soon as i can
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My train of thought just derailed
wow thanks!!! l'll post em as soon as i can
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My train of thought just derailed
ok, great, I'm excited now!
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