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| These are poems I have written for Alexis Marie. Some of them are rather stupid, but I wrote them for my Angel Alexis. |
| Shattered Dreams
written: March 20, 1997 There was once a dream, a hope, that was believed to be true. Somehow, it became shattered. Shattered dreams, all I'm capable of having. Shattered dreams, the things that control my mind. Destiny takes the best from me. My dream, Alexis Marie, was what was taken. The dream I loved most. Destiny took away my dream, my fantasy. Leaving me with nothing but shattered dreams. |
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| All poems on this page are the property of Crystal D. Swarmer. |
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| Heartbroken
written: March 23, 1997 One sunny, spring day, the day I least expected it. That was the day my sweet, precious baby was taken away. One day, out of the clear blue, fate took away my joy, my sweet, precious baby. One day, with little warning, my life was taken away, my sweet, precious baby. Little did I know, keeping what I loved most was not intended for me. 'O' how I miss my sweet, precious baby. Fate took away my sweet, precious baby leaving me completely HEARTBROKEN. |
| Alexis Marie
written: 3/23/97 There was once a hope, A hope named Alexis Marie. It was a hope so big no thought could destruct it. It was a hope so big no person could quench it. Two people had this hope. The hope to one day hold sweet Alexis Marie. To them, their hope could not be ruined by any reality, Nor could any person deface it. It was believed that no factor could demolish Alexis Marie. Then one day that couple met its match - fate. Fate decided that Alexis Marie would be taken away. Fate decided that now no one would carry sweet Alexis Marie. Sweet Alexis Marie, taken before she was born and leaving behind two heartbroken parents. Sweet Alexis Marie, alive in one way and not in another. Sweet Alexis Marie, a hope that was dashed, for you and for me. |
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| Reality
written: 3/23/97 Reality. The truth. The exsitant. Proven. Why are all hopes dashed by reality? My hope, my dream dashed by reality. My hope, my dream, proven to be wrong. My life crushed by reality. The reason for living taken away by reality. Reality. The force taking away my happiness. |
| My Baby
written: 3/23/97 A is for angel, what she would've been. L is for love, what she's always had. E is for energetic, what she would've been. X is for XXXXXXXXXX, how many stikes she would've thrown. I is for irrestible, all the guys would've loved her. S is for sweet, which she'd inherit from her mom. M is for mad, how she would've been when she bowled bad. A is for apple - of - my - eye, which she'll always be. R is for raving beauty, just like her mother. I is for independent, just like her parents. E is for exotic, from her Italian heritage. My sweet Alexis Marie, my dear, precious baby! |
| What Could've Been?
written: 3/23/97 What could've been? I could have walked my baby to the bus. What could've been? I could've seen my daughter ride a horse. What could've been? I could have seen my daughter take her first steps. What could've been? I could have heard my daughter's first words. What could've been? I could have watched her daddy teach her to bowl. What could've been? What could've been? If only fate hadn't taken my daughter away. |
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| Background Music: The Dance Garth Brooks |