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Make Believe


The joys of knowing that your pain no longer lingers But still the pain of seeing you go, life slipping through your fingers Believing in the unseen powers of LOVE you have given The wanting of your presence that most recently, too many people have been missing The uncanny wit of your intellect so vast but modest none the least Of a soul wise beyond her years, on the brink of excellence or of many untold feats The greatest feat you have given was your life that you had lived Of many tears cried, heartbroken, abused, but giving up you never did Strong fortified being, only to be called home in our eyes too sudden Our belief that your home was here, but GOD called and said come on Always someone who gave even when there was not much to give Many souls touched, witnesses of the short but humbling life you once lived Missing you is something that doesn’t speak fully of how my heart yearns If of only your presence, or of your endless comforting words Without a doubt I know that you are in a better place full of pride Of mostly your children, but of true friends with which they will reside I know of a family who finally realized what a blessing you were Maybe too late, but realization came even though if might have been unclear, like a blur Is it believable to say that you forever left a spot missing but full of memories in our heart? Or can they truly deny your legacy, as if your life never left a mark Your beauty exuded from you wherever you went and never ceased to shine A belief that in your two daughters we will see a glimpse of you always from time to time Thankful for the life you lived, but more of what you gave up along your path Most gifts unknowing to the recipients but still a blessing that some never had LOVE, that isn’t your only gift but is what you will mainly be remembered for, Make believe, NO I’m sure when we meet again it will be at the entrance to Heavens doors
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