Time at Hand

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    Time at Hand

    It wasn't very long ago,
    when we walked hand in hand.
    The child I dearly loved,
    left like a castle made of sand.

    A heart made to sorrow,
    cries can't ease this pain.
    Time has lost all meaning,
    until we meet again.

    Moments so deeply cherished,
    forever linger in my mind.
    Memories of the good times,
    aren't very hard to find.

    She was my everything,
    when I sang to her at night.
    Singing her to sleep,
    was such a wonderful delight.

    Rocking her back and forth,
    until sleep finally caught her.
    The hours never bothered me,
    because she was my daughter.

    How I wish those times,
    would have never ended.
    My heart longs for those moments,
    and will never be mended.

    She was taken from me,
    by an unfortunate act of God.
    Her lifeless remains,
    lie beneath a few feet of sod.

    I know she's with me somewhere,
    my angel she has become.
    I know she watches over me,
    until my time has come.

    I know we'll be together,
    again one fine day.
    Once again see the sunshine,
    glisten upon her face.



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    Dusty commented on Time at Hand

    01-07-2009

    Every parents nightmare. So much sadness and also so much faith. Very moving.

    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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