Bryanna Lonsdale


A Cure Was Not Ment To Be - Poem by Bryanna Lonsdale

God took a look around
his garden and found a
empty place he took a
look upon earth and saw
you tired face.

He put his arms around
you Nana and lifted you
to rest God garden must
be beautiful as he only
picks the best.

Gos knows you were
tried and a cure was
not meant to be so he
closed you wearly eyes
and whisped come with
me.

With tearfull eyes I watched
and saw you slip away
although I loved you dearly
I knew you couldnt stay.

It broke my heart to lose
you but you never went
alone a part of me went
with you in the day God
called you home.

I will always love you
Nana I miss you oh so
very much.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 22, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 23, 2011


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