God saw you were getting tired
And a cure was not meant to be
So He put His arms around you
And whispered: "Come with me"
With tearful eyes we watched you
As we saw you pass away
Although we love you deeply
We could not make you stay
Your golden heart stopped beating
A beautiful smile at rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
Friday, February 9, 2007
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4 comments:
Your talent is impressive, although it sometimes needs editing. This sonnet captures the subject exactly as you intend it.
You relate his love without his ever saying, while proving the wisdom of his age through his comments... excellent.
i'm waiting for your sonnet dedicated to your Dad. Anger has to wane eventually... Your father isn't perfect, but then again neither was your Grandfather... Age helps and hinders us all, we all can't be a vintage wine, although time smoothes the edges and helps create a more finished product...
No, not about my father.
What I thought it could be good to say, unfortunatly, it's not. :)
Maybe with time I'll regret about the idea I have of him which I doubt it... :)
I like the music change, "behind blue eyes", but still no e-mail from you. Oh well the outdoor rinks are opening soon here, I hope you changed your mind and took your niece skating. Hope all is well. :)
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