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You Belong to Me
by Sandra S Corona
Saturday, February 26, 2005
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From my ebook, A Touch of the West, this poem is dedicated to my only biological son, Doug. Doogie, Christian Douglas Turner, my 'second' son is actually my biological grandson, my daughter's son (he's blind and has cerebral palsy---neither of which she could cope with).
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Gregory Douglas Turner
my only son
August 8, 1969-December 3, 1992
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You stole my heart when you first cried
My tears on earth will never be dried
Your smile was sweet; my world was you
Little baby with eyes so blue
Do you laugh and cry there, too?
When angels held you in their arms
I envied them and wished them harm
The old earth cradles you.
Though your soul's free, you're part of me
We've shared one life internally
You stole my heart with one little word
And "Momma" was the word I heard
To think you're gone is too absurd
You've just gone on to a foreign land
You hold my spirit in your hand
I'm sharing life with you!
This beating heart of mine I'll share
I have to know you're there somewhere
Catch every tear that falls each night
A sobbing mother's such a fright
I stare at walls, without delight
Everything is racked with pain
I fear my prayers were all in vain
My eyes are ever blue!
We shared one body until you cried
Our tears on earth will not be dried
Our love was true ; you loved me too
Do you miss me like I miss you?
Remember things we used to do?
Pull me through, embrace my arms
I belong to you too.
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
2/27/2005 |
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| Soul-reaching and deeply moving, Sandy. Love and peace. Regis |
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| Reviewed by John Bidwell |
2/26/2005 |
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This touches the heart do deeply.
I work for Cerebral Palsy of NJ. We took care of an angel like you describe. One thing I'll take to Heaven is the small role I played in making her dreams come true. How rare to see that for anybody, but this lady got it.
Looking at her is looking at joy.
It is sad so few find what they need, but what a privilidge when it's you.
Everyday is a chance to help somebody, and I like to think we honor our loved ones most when we grasp that chance.
He will pull you through.
John |
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| Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader) |
2/26/2005 |
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| This is truly beautiful and sometimes it is difficult to come to terms with a child that has a disability. In time perhaps God willing she will but in the meantime he does have you. |
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| Reviewed by Dave Harm |
2/26/2005 |
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| This is beautiful. To lose someone, so young, is a pain I can't imagine. And that being so close to a holiday, adds to this pain. Even though, years come and go, it still seems like yesterday, waiting for that son (or daughter) to open the door and re-enter our lives... and though they are not with us during the day, they enter our dreams everynight... wonderful tribute... |
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| Reviewed by Tiana ~ (Reader) |
2/26/2005 |
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| A touching tribute to your son, Sandy. He is a part of your heart and will always be with you. Hugs and love to you, dear friend ... |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
2/26/2005 |
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heartwrenching tribute to your son; what a lovely write! well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in texas, karen lynn. :( >tears < |
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