April 21, 2011

My angel my Mother

I dedicate this to my Mother, My heart is so lost
i'm trying to be strong. I know i have your
strength to carry on.

My Heart is aching beyound belief
because i miss you the most.
I lay awake at night,
hoping to see your Ghost.
They say memories are golden,
well maybe that is true.
When somebody dies,
a cloud turns into an angel just like you.
A bird brings the message back to the world,
and sings a silent prayer,
knowing it will be heard.
People disappear,
but they never really never know why.
Please remember my daughter i'm always
by your side.

The spirits up there put the sun to bed,
and spin the earth in dizzy circles.
Sometimes you can see them dancing,
in a cloud during the daytime,
when they're supposed to be sleeping.
They paint the rainbows and also the sunsets,
and make waves splash, and tug at the tide.
They toss shooting stars and listen to wishes.
And when they sing wind songs,
they whisper to us
"Don't miss me too much.
The view is nice and I'm doing fine."
My Mother, Patrica a rare Beauty

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