Kyle
by Debra Shiveley Welch
Saturday, March 08, 2008
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This was written for a dear friend of mine when her nephew, whom she had raised, was killed in a terrible auto accident.
I knew him. He was a sweet boy.
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Kyle
Sweet son – nephew born,
Darling child and friend,
I bow my head and deeply mourn;
I pray to God to send.
Comfort – answers – understanding –
I ask Him to tell me why,
You, my sweet and beautiful boy,
Must now take wing and fly!
I wander through these rooms we shared,
And think I hear your step.
Then I realize you are gone,
And all last night, I wept.
Sweet son, though nephew born,
God has decided that we part.
You have passed from this earthly plane,
But never from my heart.
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Debra Shiveley Welch
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| Reviewed by Annabel Sheila |
6/1/2009 |
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Heartwrenching write, Debra. Suffering the loss of a loved one is pain personified. Good job and a lovely tribute.
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| Reviewed by Cryssa C |
3/17/2008 |
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heart touching poetry that bleeds of loss and sorrow...
Those that depart are never far from our hearts...
Cryssa |
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| Reviewed by Marilyn Rice |
3/9/2008 |
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Debra,
This brought tears to my eyes. My heart goes out to your friend and her loss. I helped raise my sisters three children, before I got married and even after then they would all come and spend as much time during the summer and Christmas holidays as they could. Then after they were all grown with children of their own, I started receaving visits from their children. One of the most precious things my niephew, Chuckey, ever said to me was said to his fiance before they married. She didn't understand why he wanted to go spend his vacation out of state with this aunt of his that she didn't know. He said, "But you don't understand, Marilyn is not just my aunt. She is like a mom, a sister and a best friend all rolled up into one" This is one of my heart treasures. |
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