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[title] => *~Ode To Jerry Lynn...Forever My Brother~*
[time] => 2006-05-28 21:47:39
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[bodytext] => I remember that day like it was yesterday. The day the angels swooped down and took you away. This is an ode to you. My guardian angel, my friend, my brother, Jerry Lynn. I was but a young girl, just barely 8 years old, When mom and dad took my hand, both standing so strong and bold. "You're going to be a big sister," Mom had said with tears in her eyes, I didn't know what to say, then Mom started to cry. But these weren't tears of sadness, no, Tears of happiness, love and devotion. We all shopped for clothes, toys and all the stuff a baby needs, I felt for sure that out hearts would not have to bleed. As I watched our Mother's tummy grow little by little, I couldn't help but wish a little bittle, That you would be a girl, As beautiful as a pearl. Then came the day that is still stuck in my head, Even after all these years, tossing and turning in bed. It was the day the angels swooped down and took you away, Let me see if I can recall them, and remember how to pray. I was at a t-ball game, Trying to find some kind of fortune and fame. We won the game, by a run or two, I walked to Debbie's house, feeling happy, and not at all blue. Charlie and Katie were acting very funny, Rubbing there tummies as if they were hungry. Then Debbie grabbed me and told me we had to talk, But first we both neede to go for a walk. Well not as far as you may think, just across the street, To Gramma's house where we all could meet. Well Debbie told me as we walked, That Mom had called and we all needed to talk. I never knew what was coming, Something I expected least, was coming. Debbie and I finally got to the door, It felt like it had taken hours or even more. My Gramma had tears in her eyes, As if she had done nothing but cry. Then I heard something that still haunts me to this day, The sound of our mother's cries, so far away. She was in the bathroom, with tears streaming down her face, Pain and agony showing all over the place. The only word she could manage to say were these, "Amy, I'm sorry. You aren't going to be a big sister, Please, Please." Now being only 8 years old, I felt so all alone, not at all bold. Once my Mom could talk without cries and screams, She sat me down and said to me. What happened is that she had a miscarriage, I felt my heart sink into my stomach. But then Mom told me the most beautiful thing, She got to name you before the angels took you away to the king. She and Dad gave you the name Jerry Lynn, As a connnection to me, to be your best friend. Lynn is my middle name as well, Each time I hear it, the better I feel. I know I never got to see you, Or even hold your hand, I never got to talk to you, Or even devise a plan. To be your big sis, I would have given my life, To hug you or to kiss, I would have helped you through all the strife. Our case though is not that way, You look down on me still today. Down from the heavens, Down from the sky, Down from the clouds, Down from the sun I can't wait to see you, when the angels take me home, Only then will my heart be at ease. I sometime wonder who you look like more, And what color your eyes are. But in my dreams you will always be... My guardian angel, my friend , my brother Jerry Lynn © Me [comments] => 1 [counter] => 228 [topic] => 23 [informant] => djdarkrose04 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
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