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[aid] => Mick
[title] => for Johanna
[time] => 2003-02-17 16:00:00
[hometext] => i wrote this for my step-daughter... her mother passed away unexpectedly last october at only 39... this is for my other love...
[bodytext] => close your eyes and dream, little bug
of lollipops and gumdrops fairy tales where princesses become queens and all the world is a wondrous playground tumultuous times make one feel smaller make one feel insignificant rip at one's soul and thrash the sheer essence of being to pieces think back to a time (if you can) when life was as simple as sharing your bible with a new friend of gold think on the innocence of a first crush a first dance winning that silly game of football dancing and singing with the pure joy of being alive little princess there are bad times and good sad times and times of great joy and abundance times of great loss that cannot be mended and bonds of love that cannot be broken self hatred and loathing is a part of growing others cannot pave the way they can only watch and listen and diminish the guilt that threatens to destroy you but hark look into the faces of those that love you (whether through a photograph or in waking dreams) unconditionally, without prejudice: an angel Mother who watches from the heavens, witnessing her beautiful daughter blossom and grow a Father who never falters with love and dedication to his child, no matter what a big Sister who would lay down her life to protect her sibling a little Sister who's love and affection is so pure and real, the angels cry for her love for her Sissy a Brother who, in his own way, admires the strength of his little Sister another Mother who has never stopped believing in this child gifted to her to help raise and love as if her own Grandparents who trust so faithfully in this Grandchild's life that she in fact has helped preserve and nurture their own Family that can forget the bad and look to a brighter new day and help this one they love grow into a beautiful woman a true Friend of gold... one who shares her friend's grief and happiness... always there for her friend... whether it's a ride to school or a shoulder to cry on... an Auntie... who is loyal to this niece of strange circumstances until the very end... if the days seem too hard and the voices shout too loud if the pain is too much and you feel like ripping your feelings out if the sun seems not to shine and the world is stopping and going out of control if your heart is breaking and your tears aren't waning if your mind is beating your soul and your eyes can't contain any more of Life's practical little jokes.......... it's ok remember that this is what we have remember that what is inside is never wrong as long as your heart is pure boys and plants and cars mean nothing the past is the PAST it cannot be revoked cannot be changed and this is ok for we are who we are a little bit of everything that we touch becomes a part of us and if the demons of past tempt your mind to the brink of insanity close your eyes and dream of a FUTURE of true love of life without boundaries of a perfect day for, dear beauty, there WILL be perfect days for you again there WILL be times of innocence and sheer joy again there WILL be sunshine that doesn't cloud over again and there WILL be a day when you WILL love yourself as much as you are loved by others… sleep well... little princess january 27, 2003 michele [comments] => 6 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 55 [informant] => LadyDama [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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