Is my Mother with the angels
in her heavenly seat.
And does she watch over me
with angels at her feet.

When I think of how she lived
I feel like I’m with her again.
Does she know all of my faults
and love me just the same.

I wonder where my Father is
does he stand at heaven’s door.
And does he know, I write poetry
just like he did before.

When my heart is in my poetry
it feels like I’m with him too.
Does his spirit help me to write
the way he’d want me to do.

Are they together in a heavenly place
with the Lord they wanted to see.
And do they think I live my life
how they’d want me to be.

Submitted: August 07, 2010

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An alright poem, nothing special jumped out at me. Don't even try to rhyme, just let everything go, I think trying to rhyme holds you back.

Sat, August 7th, 2010 1:06pm


thanks for the comment-- Tim

Fri, August 13th, 2010 3:01am


Awh that was a sweet poem I thought (: Good job!

Fri, August 20th, 2010 7:19pm


Hi there,
thanks for a lovely comment,

Sat, August 21st, 2010 1:34am

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