My John

April 26, 2013

I know one day you'll have to go and that's the day that I will know, that you'll be under heaven's apple tree looking down and watching over me. I'll miss you and you'll miss me, so I'll dream of our apple tree and you sitting there, waiting on me. One day I'll be there too, Sitting under the tree with you. I just want you to know, That even when you're gone, You'll always be my John.

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Comments (2)

LindyjeanneApr 26, 2013

Wow thank you so much for that little piece of information really means a lot.

StanZealApr 26, 2013

Did you know that there is a language called Urdu? and in this Language is a branch from Arabic and sister language of Hindi. In the language of Urdu Jon (In your case John) means life....so when you ended the poem saying, "You'll always be My John," what you would have said in Urdu is that, "You will always be my LIFE." And that really spoke to me and for that I say thank you for these words....

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