Rebecca Parker Poems

Sitting in my room alone
Wrapped warmly in a quilt
Cold wind blowing outside my window
Feeling not a pang of guilt
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She wakens in the still of night
In need of much more sleep
The room is dark & quiet
But for a faint glow by her feet
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He sits staring out the window
As he does many hours of the day
He watches the sparrows flying about
And wonders if they are chirping
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I wish that I could run free
In a field of sunflowers
And play with the butterflies
For hours upon hours
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I've always believed in Angels
Though I've never seen one it's true
at least up until the day
God decided to send me you
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