R.I.P
A mother of two daughters in the age of six and four
Was sent before her time to knock on heaven’s door
Suffering from an illness that made her life a hell
An army marching through her body,attacking every cell
Only a month later she had to give up her horrible fight
God released her from her pain and took her to eternal light
The tables have turned now; it’s her family that will be in pain
They know the sunlight in their lives has for always been replaced by rain
Darling, we will miss your presence, but you’ll never disappear
In the hearts of those who loved you, your kind, loving spirit will always be near
Was sent before her time to knock on heaven’s door
Suffering from an illness that made her life a hell
An army marching through her body,attacking every cell
Only a month later she had to give up her horrible fight
God released her from her pain and took her to eternal light
The tables have turned now; it’s her family that will be in pain
They know the sunlight in their lives has for always been replaced by rain
Darling, we will miss your presence, but you’ll never disappear
In the hearts of those who loved you, your kind, loving spirit will always be near
Reacties op dit gedicht
| WastingTheDawn: | Woensdag, mei 17, 2006 15:54 |
| wow erg mooi geschreven heb er kippenvel van, zo herkenbaar sterkte! |
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| Marsie: | Woensdag, november 23, 2005 20:09 |
| hey girl, what a brave thing to write about her. Led by your feelings, beautiful poem. Keep your head up... Love, Mars |
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| opgever: | Zondag, november 20, 2005 21:21 |
| mooi... Zondaggroet raissa |
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| Auteur: dishesqueen | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: fox_bert | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 november 2005 | ||
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