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Mommy, Merry and Me

By RDFollendoreIII

Copyright (c) 1994 RDFollendoreIII

Wednesday, April 13, 1994

Revised

March, 13, 1995

 

 

The first six years were the good years

blue eyes as bright as the sun

golden hair so long and  so silky

would blow through the air as she run.

 

 But the next two years were all sickness,

in her bed so little she would lie..

One day as her mother and I held her real close,

she told us she knew she would die.

 

She lay restless in her bed I remember

the only possession she had

was that rag doll that she had named Merry,

cause of stitched lips that could never be sad.

 

She touched my heart when she said it,

though there wasnít even a tiny bit of fear.

I still see her face as she said them...

the words I still remember so dear.

 

Daddy can I take my Merry to heaven?

Will Merry be with me when I arrive?

I donít want to leave you and Mommy.

What will happen to you when I die?

 

As I turned away from my daughter

to remove a swell of tears from my eyes

the thought of losing that wonderful child

made me want to tell her some lies.

 

She had a sweet smile as I told her...

Only the prettiest of Godís angels can die.

and though Merry canít go with you darling,

 weíll bring her to you when we-arrive...

 

Yes the first six years they were good years

blue eyes as bright as the sun

golden hair so long and so silky

would blow through the air as she run.

 

Now exactly one year since she left us,

since her body set her young soul free,.

I know she is now waiting there in heaven,

waiting for her Mommy, Merry and me.

 

 

 

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