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Jul 10, 2008
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My Angel
She lay there
so peacefully
and the memories...
just wash over me.
That girl
on the cheer team
school colored skirt...
and an eye for me.
Those days
at the drive in
paying the movie no mind...
just slow kissing.
The night of the prom
the way she looked
with that new dress on...
and later off, so soft.
Her joy reflected
in her fathers pride
those happy tears...
welling up in her eyes.
Those children
meant everything to her
teaching at the charter school...
love filled all that she would do.
That exhausted sigh
after she whispered "I love you"
to her own child, before he died...
giving birth just to say goodbye.
Last Christmas eve
when she said "don't ever leave"
as I held her, by the fire...
caressing her cheek.
And last Sunday
in her Jammie's all day
wanting nothing...
just quality time, I obliged.
It was supposed to be
a surprise that night
she drove to the corner store...
Valentines, she lost her life.
Now, there so peacefully
I look upon my angel
one last time.
taking her hand in mine...
I whisper "don't ever leave."
as I fall to my knees and weep
tears filling my eyes...
as I caress her cheek.
so peacefully
and the memories...
just wash over me.
That girl
on the cheer team
school colored skirt...
and an eye for me.
Those days
at the drive in
paying the movie no mind...
just slow kissing.
The night of the prom
the way she looked
with that new dress on...
and later off, so soft.
Her joy reflected
in her fathers pride
those happy tears...
welling up in her eyes.
Those children
meant everything to her
teaching at the charter school...
love filled all that she would do.
That exhausted sigh
after she whispered "I love you"
to her own child, before he died...
giving birth just to say goodbye.
Last Christmas eve
when she said "don't ever leave"
as I held her, by the fire...
caressing her cheek.
And last Sunday
in her Jammie's all day
wanting nothing...
just quality time, I obliged.
It was supposed to be
a surprise that night
she drove to the corner store...
Valentines, she lost her life.
Now, there so peacefully
I look upon my angel
one last time.
taking her hand in mine...
I whisper "don't ever leave."
as I fall to my knees and weep
tears filling my eyes...
as I caress her cheek.
— DarkinAZ, Jul 10, 2008
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Critiques
RSScheerer
17 years 11 months ago
My Angel
DarkinAZ
17 years 10 months ago
Yes...
Rett
17 years 11 months ago
Mark
infinite_dwarf
17 years 11 months ago
Mark
DarkinAZ
17 years 10 months ago
I know,
Alobar
17 years 10 months ago
Reminds me of a favourite
DarkinAZ
17 years 10 months ago
Alobar,
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