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Calling My Name
Contributed by
waynster
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Wednesday, 6th March 2013 @ 02:09:33 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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Calling my name like Ive heard a thousand times before Little did I know it was the last time she would walk out that door
Never even thinking it was the last time to say goodbye Never even thinking she would never again say hi
Still calling my name is what I hear in my mind Turning around to look nobody behind the voice to find
Tears build up as I realize she is gone I look out the window and see her standing on the lawn
The pain sets in as I realize the voice will fade away She has gone to heaven and there she will have to stay
Dear Lord you have taken her my heart broken and torn in two I know it was not in anger it was what you had to do
We really love and miss her wanting her back to love and cherish Our daughter, such a loving soul we had no idea she was about to perish
To my dear daughter with all the love from my heart Your memory will always be with us even though this world you had to part
Dedicated to anyone who has lost a loved one
Written by author: E. Wayne Searles on 6 March 2013 Copyright 2013 E.Wayne Searles All Rights Reserved http://www.poeticquest-1.biglaunch.net
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Re: Calling My Name
(User Rating: 1 ) by ScribereHabeo on
Wednesday, 6th March 2013 @ 06:47:32 PM AEST (User
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I love the fluidity of this poem, great read
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Re: Calling My Name
(User Rating: 1 ) by sanders on
Friday, 8th March 2013 @ 10:52:05 AM AEST (User
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your poem truly expresses how each & everyone of those who have lost a very special person feel like.. |
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