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My Guardian Angel (Limerick) by ramtheman1 For my mother, Brenda Lee Lindgren
I know not the way I feel,
That's why it's so hard to deal.
For in my heart it's so extremely real.
Someday I'll try to realize
That my heart isn't actually paralyzed,
For the blood still flows,
And there haven't been any blows.
It's a real puzzle,
For my aching head needs a muzzle.
I know my mom's in the heavens above,
Watching over us all with lots of love.
She's a wonderful dove in the skies above,
Sharing her love as best as she knows how--
Through each and every person
That she's touched so tenderly,
For now her spirit is free, don't you see?
We can tell she's back,
'Cause she's keeping us on the right track,
So there's no need to look back.
Katherine Lee Jensen
Copyright ©2003 Kathy Jensen
Up the ladder:
in this bus terminal of the future
Down the ladder:
Nectar of Infinity
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Posted: October 18, 2003 1:24 AM PDT; Last modified: October 18, 2003 1:24 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.7732067 Overall Rank: 1747 Comments:
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ramtheman1 @ 66.65.187.91
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18-Oct-03/2:19 AM
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this was written just after my mothr passed away.
It is a well know literary phenomenon that infinitely many people have rhymed "love" with "above", but I've never seen anyone attempt to do it twice in one poeme. This really is such an emotional piece, with an emotion nestling not only on each line, but between each line as well. I'm not an expert on poetry, but when a piece like this is so full of joy, love, pain, emotions, tenderness, hope, fear and wonder, I cannot help but give you a -10-. Thanks.
You have a very distinctive and individual style, which I like. I think you may enjoy some of my work (although it is sometimes misunderstood).
may i suggest something? you can't assume someone is in heaven, not at all, all we can say is we hope they are and keep praying for them. good poem though 10
What's the point in praying for someone after they're dead? The whole point of Hell is that once you're there, you're there forever. The idea that you could somehow convince God to let them out just by praying is incredibly childish and ignorant.
I lost my best friend ever - my wife. I often want to look back, but know - that to exist, I must not turn my gaze. The voice is in front, looking back at me.
Good job.
Very passionate write. I really enjoyed it.
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