Life

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     1998 ,she was 18,it was the 18th of february and time on the earthplane for her stopped that day. I was two days away from flying to see her and we spoke that very morning. For me .... I lost not only her but a part of me. I have healed that part of me,but it will never be the same.

    I am stronger now ,have traveled, learned and lived life.For all these things....... I am truly blessed.

    Life

    Life cut short before your time
    with no reason
    and no rhyme
    Snatched..... away from me
    while the sun shone bright
    Spoke...... that very day
    your aura
    surrounding me with light
    Could I ever foresee
    What in the next few hours
    would change
    the very heart and soul of me?

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    cmlestrade commented on Life

    08-04-2009

    I am so close to my child that I tried to imagine how I would feel if this happened to us. I had to stop because I couldn't bear the thought of it. A good job of expressing an emotion that can never really be expressed.
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    PRober commented on Life

    07-21-2009

    a great loss can do that, I'm sure... make you look within yourself and reflect upon life and it's meaning. Good job, write on!
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    mufasa

    07/22/2009

    thank you so much for your kind comment .Keep in touch.

    NJay commented on Life

    07-21-2009

    As I was reading thiss poem I had to stop and thought for a while. How will I feel if I loose some one very close to my heart especially when death snatched the person away when I needed him most or when the sun is at it brightest. Wow! I never had such a food for thought. Nice poem and I will treasure it in my heart.
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    mufasa

    07/22/2009

    If my poems touched someone like this,then my daughter would feel too happy were she here.Blessings to you for reaching out and sharing.

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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