Our Angel

by Krystal   Mar 16, 2005


He took those shots never thinking that it would have an effect. He lived his life never thinking that the doctor would give him a time limit. He's set in his ways, no time for change, the doctor says its too late, no time to operate. We'll just let God take over, and the outcome isn't for debate. Regret comes rushing to his mind.
Too many cigarettes?
Too Many Shots?
What did I do to deserve this?
He is leaving behind a family that needs him. A family that will dearly miss him. Now all we can do is wait and time will tell, I am left with wonderful memories, and they will always remain in my heart.

Please hold on Papa! I love you

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  • 19 years ago

    by SilentSymphony

    Holding on can mean so much, because letting go is hard,and tough.

    Good poem

    -courtney-