April didn't always get along with everyone. She put us through an awful lot. Things are getting much better now. I suppose the fact that she lives so far away doesn't hurt any. I sometimes wish she were at least within visiting distance. I really use to enjoy spending the day out shopping with her. She always thought of herself as ugly, but I don't see why!?! I think that the Lord gave her all the looks and brains she will ever need. I just want her to know just how much the Lord does love her and just how much her family does too! She's had a hard life and I pray that God will someday send her a wonderful Christian man to make her happy for the rest of her life. Most of all...I want to see all of my children in heaven one day. What more can a mother wish for?
UPDATE!!!!!!!!
Again we see what God can do. April is now a member of Christ's own church and will be spending eternity with us all!!! AMEN!
For MiKayla:
*It Hurts* 1996 By April Conyers
It hurts me, when I know that you're crying, and inside I feel like dying. When those precious tears roll down your sweet cheek, I cry inside, feeling sick, and weak.
It hurts me, when you become sick or in pain. I feel as though I should hurt, and you be well, again.
It hurts me, to think about us being far apart, Although I know we'll always be together at heart.
At times, my pains grows so large I want to scream them out. Although I'm not sure what some of those pains are about.
But please, always remember; like a swiftly flowing river, my love for you flows. And like a brightly blooming flower, your specialness to me grows.
And If you are ever hurt, or sick, happy or sad, mad or glad: I still love you! For richer or poorer, for better or worse, through good times and bad, through happy and sad.
For like the brightest star in the sky, Our love will shine- forever up so high. And when death has taken the chosen one, the other shall live on. And my love for another shall be pale, in comparison.
I wrote this for MiKayla Fawn Conyers on January 2nd, she died shortly after that.
"Saying Goodbye" 8/14/93 by April Conyers
Moons of tomorrow dreams of yesterday It's all a mystery that somehow fades to gray
Purple passion cobwebs cluttering my mind Leaving the thoughts of losing love somewhere far behind.
A scrape, a cut, a bleeding wound It takes the breath of a soul from a mother's womb
The rain falling softly now the storm's almost through Nothing will ever hurt as much as saying 'good-bye' to you.
Wish me good luck then sweet child And tell me, who will help you to forget for a while?
What pain, what sorrow to leave someone so dear the only problem is you're too far away to hear.
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