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Christmas day 1941

Contributed by brokenwings on Monday, 23rd May 2005 @ 02:31:00 PM in AEST
Topic: dedicatedpoems



Born on Christmas day in 1941,
a man missed by so many. left here alone.
the father of those crazy five
how we all wish you were still alive

you were brother of, well to many to count
and grandfather of this wonderfull seven
or is it more hell i stoped counting
you were a gift brought to us on christmas day
saddly you flew away on angels wings
but we do not think of sad things,

i remember climbing into your lap
and falling asleep for a lil nap
or you asking my why
my eyes sadly would cry.
and the tears you would dry

you gave no matter how little you had
sometimes that was bad
but you loved us unconditionally
words from you came so few
but we all loved you...

when aunt jean was having a serious moment
you would mock her and make us laugh
i'm sure we all miss that...
so now i will end this sad write
because i know you have angels to chase.
and fishing to do
but in my heart I am always with you..

i'm glad you came to us
on christmas day
back in 1941




Copyright © brokenwings ... [ 2005-05-23 14:31:00]
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Re: Christmas day 1941 (User Rating: 1 )
by mylady on Monday, 23rd May 2005 @ 10:12:14 PM AEST
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It nice poem of your grand pa.


Re: Christmas day 1941 (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 22nd November 2005 @ 07:29:09 AM AEST
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a very nice poem indeed. ur granpa will be proud for this.




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