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Merry Sunshine
Contributed by
picklepuss
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Sunday, 13th September 2009 @ 09:09:41 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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Merry Sunshine
He was our firstborn, my “Merry Sunshine”.
Waking up to this face was a pleasure…he just oozed
charisma with his toothy, juicy grins every morning.
I’d shuffle to his crib, half asleep until I’d see that smile…then my
heart would melt into a puddle, waking me up enough to sing this little ditty:
“Good morning, Merry Sunshine, why did you wake so soon?
You scare the little stars away and drive away the moon.”
Then he’d really turn on the charm…and coo a little baby tune
along with my yawning vocals.
He’s in a deep sleep now…resting in the grave until Jesus comes.
And when our Lord blows that huge trumpet, it will be loud enough to wake the dead…and that is what
we have been waiting for!
Now that he’s gone, these sweet, baby memories come wafting
back over the waves of time and I wipe away a tear… and smile in spite of the pain.
How I miss him – the adult and the child.
We all miss him in our lives, but we choose to go on and live
with his memories in our hearts. It won’t be long, dear son, it won’t be long.
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picklepuss
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2009-09-13 21:09:41] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Merry Sunshine
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Monday, 14th September 2009 @ 06:38:17 AM AEST (User
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A very profound write, especially this bit:
'How I miss him – the adult and the child.'
-Phil |
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Re: Merry Sunshine
(User Rating: 1 ) by christinalwk on
Tuesday, 15th September 2009 @ 10:06:46 PM AEST (User
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Stunning piece! Incredibly touching, I felt the emotion that this poem is just soaked in.
~~christinalwk |
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