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Easter Sunday Morn
Contributed by
jamesstockdale
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Sunday, 10th May 2015 @ 10:26:05 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I bought for you
Eleven acres, a pond, and a stream
A place to call our own
South of Palm Coast
North of Bunnell
A lovely piece of ground
We could call home
Today I find myself
Once again
All alone
Easter Sunday morn
Came in like a storm
Just another day
But not the norm
I lie in my driveway
Hand to my heart
Thinking of you
Before I was to depart
Through the grace of God
My family
My prayers
I'm still alive to live another day
The road to recovery is long
Paved with obstacles of the past
Your love for me was shallow
Not made to last
When I think of you
I feel cold inside
You abandoned me in my time of need
It was all about you
And never me.
Copyright ©
jamesstockdale
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2015-05-10 10:26:05]
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Re: Easter Sunday Morn
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 10th May 2015 @ 11:09:37 AM AEST
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That had to suck and had to be scary. I can only imagine the heart attack part.
I don't have to imagine being ***** over like that. Been there, done that, as they say.
At least life makes us write and that is a good thing.
Sorry you had to go through that but glad to see a new write. Nicely done.
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Re: Easter Sunday Morn
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by softerware on
Sunday, 10th May 2015 @ 11:13:31 AM AEST
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A story of a free warning! We all get them--we don't all pay attention as you have!
I feel opportunity in your words; you are the architect.
Until we change what we want; we keep getting the same thing, over and over.
I look forward to your recovery, body and spirit.
There is nothing to keep you where you stand.
My favorite line is "It was all about you and never me." How can we know in advance!?
Test before you invest. Down-sell yourself --Make every mistake you can think of, and when the dust settles, see who is still beside you. She will be worth having. Keep writing!
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Re: Easter Sunday Morn
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by irisblue on
Sunday, 10th May 2015 @ 10:00:56 PM AEST
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I am sorry you had to endure all that. I am very happy you are OK and healthy now, and writing,
god bless you! |
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Re: Easter Sunday Morn
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by ladyfawn on
Sunday, 10th May 2015 @ 11:04:49 PM AEST
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so heartbreakingly sad! i'm so happy you are with us still,
hugs n' love nessa |
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Re: Easter Sunday Morn
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by speedy on
Monday, 11th May 2015 @ 09:04:08 PM AEST
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I can relate to this. My father is a heart attack survivor as well. He was 43 at the time & he just turned 60.
Great write.
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Re: Easter Sunday Morn
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by Beyfoxman5 on
Tuesday, 21st July 2015 @ 06:58:39 PM AEST
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You just can't trust people. Man.
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Re: Easter Sunday Morn
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 15th March 2019 @ 07:12:30 AM AEST
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// Ooooh. I definitely remember this one now. Geeze, it/'/s heart breaking!!!
I/'/m glad you/'/re still alive and kicking. I/'/m glad to know you. Powerful poem. Those last two lines? That could be me speaking. You/'/re a comrade in arms.
Take care, Jimmy.
Timmy
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