Lucille's Poetry Pages 2002 �

 

 


Spread Your Wings

Amy

I am a birthmother,
searching for years
Son, named Robert,
wished you'd appear.
My heart is aching,
to hold you one time
Forgive me, my son,
this child of mine.

Robert

I prayed each day,
to never give up
You mean the world,
I long for your touch.
In my heart, I hold you,
ever so dear
Each day, I cry,
tears of painful despair.

Unexpectedly, one day,
news came to me
Heart wrenching, Oh! God,
can this truly be?
Tell me lies, make up stories,
anything but this
Nightmare forever,
destroyed my happiness.

So many questions,
no answers for me
Alone to deal with death,
ending tragically.
Too young, my handsome,
singer of many plays
Talent short lived,
why did it happen this way?

I am a birthmother,
with emptiness inside
Giving it to God,
He will now be my guide.
Help me to hear the songs,
only my angel can sing
You are my brightest star,
Robert, go spread your wings.

Author:
Lucille aka [email protected]
copyright �2003

Dedicated to Amy in honor of her beloved son, Robert.


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ANGELIC DELIVERANCE HEAVEN SENT AN ANGEL DADDY'S LIL ANGEL 9 / 11 MEMORIAL PRAYER OF TEARS
THE TIE THAT BINDS US REFLECTION CONTENT TO GO THE JESTER PAVING THE WAY
THERE IS A LIGHT THE GAMBLER DADDY'S PRECIOUS ANGEL THE PERPETRATORS NEVER AGAIN
MISSING LOST SOULS WELCOME HOME WHOSE CHILD AM I THE RIDE
WONDERLAND THANKSGIVING FANTASY HOLY GROUND THAT I MAY LOVE AGAIN
DID YOU THINK? SPREAD YOUR WINGS SKELETON IN MY CLOSET STARSHIP PRODIGAL DAUGHTER
ALL I ASK THERE ARE REASONS CUTTERS REJECTION THE HOME
UGANDA CRIES TOWERING INFERNO A MAN BEREAVED NEVER FORGET US DREAMS
THE ROSE GARDEN METAMORPHOSIS SEARCH ANGELS WILL YOU REMEMBER ME? BROKEN HEART
HOW DOES ONE MEASURE? IT HURTS SOMETIMES GOD'S MIRACLES LULLABY MOTHERS' GIFT
MEDICAL ISSUES THE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS DYING ISN'T EASY YOUR FINAL WISHES UNTIL I DIE
HALF N' HALF ONE DAY, MOTHER BELIEVE IN TOMORROW COLD STEEL WHAT I WOULDN'T DO
RESCUE ME THERE HAS TO BE UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN MOTHERS SHOULDN'T THE CARETAKER

 

 

 

 

    

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I know your life
On earth was troubled
And Only you could know the pain
You weren't afraid to face the devil
You were no stranger to the rain

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We gathered round your grave to grieve
Wish I could see the angels faces
When they hear your sweet voice sing

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Love for the Father and the Son


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