05-15-2006, 12:57 AM | #1 (permalink) |
Psycho
Location: northamptonshire
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have to pick a peom for my nans funeral
HI all
Not a poster in this forum, but my nan ( granmother) has died after a long illness and my family want me to read a poem. She was strong and true to her family, friends and faith ( Roman Catholic). Any body have any suggestions as I am struggling. Many thanks
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05-15-2006, 08:47 PM | #2 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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A smile, a look, her eyes of love,
my nan was sent from up above She taught me ways to walk this trail, even when she was quite frail She gave to me the gift of life, she helped me when my soul had strife We laughed we smiled, she held my hand, she taught me how to be a man As time goes by I know my sorrow, will pass for I know our tommorow Is waiting as a new born flower Her soul is sailing, soft and free, I know that she can still see me Shes watching me as I will find, an Angel's wings within my mind Till the day we meet again, I thank you God for such a friend
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05-22-2006, 03:01 AM | #3 (permalink) |
Psycho
Location: northamptonshire
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Thank you i hope it is okay to use. I am touched again deep felyt thanks for you trouble
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05-22-2006, 10:08 AM | #5 (permalink) | |
Evil Priest: The Devil Made Me Do It!
Location: Southern England
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I always wanted to use the middle verse of Carly Simon - The Carter Family.
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