kristi weatherman Poems

My little baby girl
with long blonde hair
and big blue eyes
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My heart is breaking
My hands are shaking
My legs are getting weaker
My eyes are crying
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He went away that September Day
and we all cried in our own way

He stood so very brave and tall
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Who was the woman we called mother
Who we look at like no other
Who was suppose to keep us safe and never, never, hurt us
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Can you not see me
I am right here
Do you not hear that
It's something to fear
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I was only two years old
with beautiful brown eyes and hair
I was just a tiny ole thing
still needing care
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The time has come
I am going home
We knew it was close
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Why is it so dark
It's like thunder clouds
with that cold bitter whip
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