I never met her but I've followed her story from one who loved her dearly...now she's passed on to be with the Lord. I wrote this as if it were her mother writing this to her from heaven. For Maggie and her high school friend, C.P.S
Oh Maggie
my precious little dottie
I remember you
child of wonder, born for a fight
I never taught you how to spell the word
I never thought my fight would become yours
Maggie, Maggie, I remember you
holding my finger as we walked the park in summer
your little daisy dress flapping in the wind and
two skippity feet that bruised a knee once in a while
You were one to never give up and never be afraid
but I never taught you to spell that word
for never in my wildest dreams
did I ever want my fight to become your fight
Still, you fought well my child, you fought hard
I have been watching from afar since that day I left you behind
but I was never far away, I was always by you, with you, in you
serving up every teardrop to calm you down
and wiping them again to keep the shine in your eyes
my child of wonder, born to fly
my daughter, my friend, in this plight
you have fought long enough and now you must rest come, let me craddle your head against my bosom
come, let me polish your bones and give them to Jesus
He will make them new again
No use shall they serve you here above but a remembrance
of the fight you put in them--they shall serve another well down below
child of wonder I fought to birth come let me craddle your sweet head against my breast
come let me polish your bones and give them to Jesus.
(For Maggie who fought a long and hard fight with cancer and still never gave up. May your soul rest in peace and may the Love of Christ bring comfort to all who love you.)
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A touching rememberance . Some times we wonder why God takes a young person home. . I beleive its all planned from the moment we are born!.....She is at peace and with our Lord......M
Bernice...this is a poem that gives us an emotional view of life from the side of a mothers agonizing loss...your thoughts are a sincere expression of your own and yet one can feel the deep emotional tie between poetess and characters...
a sad touch of reality and a compassionate tribute to both daugther and mother...
Very sad but also love filled write of hope that little angels like this will go to a better place and smile once more. You captured a mother's feelings well.
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Cryssa
a sad touch of reality and a compassionate tribute to both daugther and mother...
love and peace...
Art Sun...
Tender, moving and simply beautiful, a perfect tribute.
John
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With Love,
Cindy
Cheers and peace,
Dan
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Fee
"two skippity feet that bruised a knee once in a while"
Captures the innocence and full on run into life, bumps and bruises and all. :) Well done, Bernice.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.