| I had a dream the other day that I was talking to Joshua. The following poem describes our conversation. Let me know what you think.
Don’t Cry
Mama, don’t cry.
I know you miss my smiling face
And you think that I am gone.
But I’m alive.
I am waiting here for you,
In the best of company.
And its just for a while,
Then you’ll be here with me.
So, Mama, don’t cry.
I’m alive. |
• Jul. 12, 2007 - wow.
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~Heather