Wishes
How I wish you were here with me
You're smile one more time I would like to see
I only ask for one thing when you were born
To see you grown before from this world I was torn
Well HE gave what I had asked, just not the way foreseen
My baby girl gone much too soon, you were only nineteen
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| I LOVE YOU | 0 | 08/20/2013 |
| Freedom but not Free | 1 | 06/17/2011 |
| Freedom but not Free | 0 | 06/17/2011 |
| Wishes | 0 | 10/28/2010 |
| MY TRUSTWORTHY FRIEND | 0 | 10/28/2010 |
| GIFTS | 0 | 11/12/2009 |
| Her Story | 3 | 02/24/2009 |
| My Daughter's Angel | 0 | 02/24/2009 |
| Memories of 9-11 | 0 | 02/24/2009 |
| Going Home | 2 | 02/24/2009 |
| Always Remembered Always Loved | 0 | 02/23/2009 |
| Pain and Time | 0 | 02/23/2009 |
| GONE | 0 | 02/23/2009 |
| FEAR | 0 | 02/23/2009 |
| Rambler | 0 | 02/23/2009 |
| Memories | 1 | 02/19/2009 |
| Thank You | 1 | 02/18/2009 |
| Storms of Love | 2 | 02/16/2009 |
| An Eternity | 2 | 02/12/2009 |
| The Man | 1 | 02/12/2009 |
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