jayne harris

(27 8 76 / salford)

pauls poem


pauls poem


why do the best of us have to go so fast
when people like paul, should be born to last
paul was a diamond an angel in disguise
he was pleasent, loving and he, d tell you no lie, s
we was so lucky to have known you, in the time you was here
paul was so innocent, gentle and very sincere
with you being taken in such a haste
i hope there, s a heaven, a utopia of such a place
paul was my angel when i was at deaths door
it was him that brought me back to life of that im sure
he would pray for me every day sat by my side
he helped me fight he made me strong he was my guide
i remember how overwhelmed he was when he learn, t he had a girl
he was so exited being a dad his head was in a whirl
your mum is so proud to of raised a son like you
you were a credit to her and all your family to
youve now gone to a place where some of your family as passed
a place where in time we, ll all meet again at last
im so sorry you had to go in such a harsh way
we love you so much, youll be in our hearts every single day

Submitted: Friday, January 27, 2012

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