patricia merritt Poems

Home from work tired and
hungry, he always makes
time for his grandbaby's,
to sit them upon his knee.
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Always there to wipe our tears
to bandage our knees,
to pick us up when we fall.
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My little boy has grown to
a fine man.
A father a brother a strong
family man.
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Holds her child close
feels their pain and
comforts them.
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We fought, we argued thru
the years.
We nicpick, we teased
We did not share.
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He came to us from above
We welcome him with so
much love.
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Two black jets destroyed
our buildings.
We lost our friends and
our famalies.
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I known you for a short
time,
But I can say you were
my friend.
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We love you, want you back with us.
A family torn apart on a wim of
no proof.
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Not to small or to big for the
croc man..
Man who love animals, no matter
how dangerous, cute and cuddlely
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