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This poem goes to all the people that have lost someone.
And to saundra who died in too many ways to speck of.
A special smile, a special face and in my heart, a special place.
No words I speak can ever say, How much I miss you every day.
To hear your voice and see your smile, To sit and talk to you awhile,
To be together in the same old way, Would be my dearest wish today.
Put Your arms around her God, Treat her with special care,
Make up for all she suffered here, And all that seems unfair.
There will always be this heartache, And often a silent tear.
We shall cherish those precious memories, Of the days when you were here.
Remembering you is easy, We do it every day.
But missing you is a heartache, That never goes away.
I would love to thank her_mom_died for writing this poem
And to saundra who died in too many ways to speck of.
A special smile, a special face and in my heart, a special place.
No words I speak can ever say, How much I miss you every day.
To hear your voice and see your smile, To sit and talk to you awhile,
To be together in the same old way, Would be my dearest wish today.
Put Your arms around her God, Treat her with special care,
Make up for all she suffered here, And all that seems unfair.
There will always be this heartache, And often a silent tear.
We shall cherish those precious memories, Of the days when you were here.
Remembering you is easy, We do it every day.
But missing you is a heartache, That never goes away.
I would love to thank her_mom_died for writing this poem