Treasure Island

Tracia Love Shalom


We Will Meet Again


I laughed and I joked
As if you were still here
But the day you left
A huge part of me went

I will never say goodbye
Because it’s not the end
For us to see each other
I will always remember you
Through memories all around me

Your voice and your face
Locked safe within my heart
And the place you now rest
Without pain or suffering

I’m grieving but also happy
Because I know God is with you
I’m grateful and very thankful
For the happiness we had shared

God gave me a gift
For certain amount of time
That gift was You
And now I must return you
For you’ve completed your task

Sleep well my Guardian Angel
Your love and light surrounds me
Sleep well my Guardian Angel
See you in Heaven

Submitted: Saturday, May 04, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013

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