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This poem written to me by my "Adopted Daughter"or
God Child or gift from God...all fits,This poem
blessed the socks off of me!!I had to share the love!
TO SEE THE IMPRINT SHE HAS PLACED UPON MY HEART ONE WOULD HAVE TO BE ME. FOR ONLY THROUGH MY EYES COULD ONE REALLY SEE. THIS POEM IS SOLELY DEDICATED TO MY TRUE FRIEND IN CHRIST, IN LIFE, AND IN SPIRIT. HER NAME IS LINDA AND SHE IS ONE OF MY DEAREST FRIENDS.

~~~~~~~~~~There are Angels Among Us~~~~~~~~~

I HAVE MEMORIES THAT GO SO FAR BACK.
TO A TIME I WAS IN NEED WHEN EVERYTHING LACKED.

I NEEDED A MOTHER, A FRIEND AND SOMEONE TO TRUST.
I NEEDED GUIDANCE AND ASSISTANCE
I HAD TO LEARN THE BAD FROM THE JUST.

I WAS A FOOL IN A WORLD THAT I NEW NOTHING ABOUT.
UNTIL I FOUND MY ANGEL, MY LINDA TO GUIDE ME THROUGHOUT.
SHE HELD MY HAND ON NIGHTS I WAS LEFT ALONE.
SHE GAVE ME MY FIRST BIBLE AND SAID MAKE IT YOUR OWN.

IN HER OWN LITTLE WAY SHE TAUGHT ME TO PRAY.
SHE TOOK ME TO CHURCH AND SHOWED ME THE WAY.
SHE TAUGHT ME OF LOYALTY TO FAMILY AND BLOOD.
BUT MOST OF ALL UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.

SHE SHOWED ME THAT WOMEN CAN LOVE THEIR HUSBANDS.
THAT THEY CAN BE FAITHFUL AND HAPPY AND TRUE.
SHE SHOWED ME THE IMPORTANCE OF BEAUTY.
EVEN IF IT'S FOR YOURSELF, JUST YOU!

I REMEMBER THE PILLOWS OF ROYAL BLUE AND LACE.
SHE MADE THEM WITH HER HANDS AT SUCH A FAST PACE.
HER FINGERS WERE SORE WITH BLOOD ON THE TIPS.
THIS TIME WAS SO PRECIOUS.
I WILL FOREVER REMEMBER THIS.

SHE TOLD ME STORIES OF HER DEAR MOTHER.
TO MAKE ME SEE WHERE IT ALL CAME FROM.
SHE CALLS ME HER ADOPTED DAUGHTER.
I SAY SHE'S MY MOTHER FROM ABOVE.

I SOMETIMES THINK OF HER MOTHER.
WHEN I AM ALONE OR DEEP IN THOUGHT.
I THINK OF THE VOID IN MY LINDA'S SWEET HEART
AND ALL OF THE TEARS THIS HAS BROUGHT.

IRONY MARKS ON HOW SHE LACKS WHAT SHE GIVES SO WELL.
SHE YEARNS FOR HER MOTHER IN HEAVEN.
YET MOTHERS ALL THAT DWELL.

HER CHILDREN ARE HER LEGACY OF HER HEART, MIND AND SOUL.
SHE HAS INSTILLED IN THEM ALL A GREAT SPIRIT,
FOR EVERYONE TO KNOW.

HER HOME IS ALMOST SACRED, FOR SHE HAS MADE IT HOME.
HER SPECIAL TOUCHES WITH GOD'S HELP HAVE MADE IT LIKE A THRONE.
MEN OF GOD WALK TO HER STEP AND SAY THAT THEY FEEL BLESSED.
OH ONLY IF THEY WALKED INSIDE THEN THEY COULD SEE THE REST.

SEE, SO MUCH BEAUTY SURROUNDS MY LINDA DEEP INSIDE AND OUT.
WHAT EVER SHE TOUCHES SHE MAKES HER OWN AND THAT'S WHAT THIS POEM IS ABOUT.

SHE HAS TOUCHED MY HEART AND MIND AND SOUL IN PLACES NEVER TOUCHED BEFORE.
NOW SHE SHOWS ME MY OWN BEAUTY AND LOVE FOREVER MORE.

COPYRIGHT @ JAMIE GRIGGS
written 1-04-04

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