My Wish
by Billy W. Mitchell
Tuesday, February 19, 2002
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On the day my wish
came true , my love,
I ran in fields
and chased the doves.
And lo their saddening
cries I heard,
I could not feel sorrow
for the mournful birds.
On the day my wish
came true , my love,
you’d been gone a year
in Heaven above.
My wish came true
by my own hand:
To be with you
even after the end. |