HANNA MARIE

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  • SecretPanda8491
  • Taking a break from bathing and loving my puppies. Still have nine adorable little furry babies to love until they go to their new homes.

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Little Hanna Marie, our 17th grandchild, born July 17 2001 and joined God in heaven on Sept 12, 2001, our 20th wedding anniversary. I often dream about her and in my dreams I can see her beautiful angel face. I never got to hold our little angel, except in my dreams. Maybe God will have Mercy on me and allow me to see and hold my Hanna Marie.

HANNA MARIE

Sit here beside me, lend me your ear,
I’ll tell you about Hanna, our baby angel so dear.

Her time here on earth was too short it did seem,
She spends time with me daily, but only in dreams.

Let me tell you about her and soon you will see,
We would love to have her with us, our little Hanna Marie.

If only there were a chance back to earth she could come,
To play with her daddy, my youngest son.

I’ve often watched her grow within my evening dreams,
She would sit on my lap and share a bowl of ice cream.

In my dreams we go shopping and to a movie show,
Sometimes we go fishing, or play in the snow.

I long to have her with us, to sit beside me in my chair,
I would tell her stories of her daddy as I combed her long hair.

I can close my eyes and see her holding onto daddy’s knee,
He smiles as he tells her, "I love you Hanna Marie."

I thank God for the fact that we had you awhile,
You will always be in our hearts, our special angel child."

I look forward to evenings, when in my dreams I can see,
The beautiful face of our angel, our little Hanna Marie.

June 5, 2008

By grandmother,

Martha Sue Carr

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Rhymer commented on HANNA MARIE

01-19-2010

Your emotions and feelings poor out in this tribute for your granddaughter. 10 from me.

SecretPanda8491

01/19/2010

Thank you Rhymer. It is hard even after all these years to not think about and yearn for the years I never got with Hanna. I occassionaly write a poem about angels, when I do it is always with Hanna in my thoughts.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

SecretPanda8491’s Poems (14)

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HANNA MARIE 1
LET ME PRETEND. 0
I DREAMED 0
LITTLE BUNNIES 0
LONELY OLD MAN 0
IMAGINE IF YOU WILL 0
IF I WAS A SQUIRREL 1
FIELDS OF DAISIES 0
DANCING IN HEAVEN 1
AFTERNOON PLAY 0
MOO-MOO & THE SKUNK 0
DREAMS 1
ROSES FOR YOU 0
MY FRIEND 0