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Cheeky Cherub =Copyright@shenni bubb2005In silent prayer I bowed the head Tears ever running free Looking at the ground in hope Your coffin I'd not see Yet reality it be so harsh I heard the sound of earth on wood Knowing little angel that You'd not now walk the neighborhood Only four sad days ago I heard the laughter that was you Hole within the fence there was You be looking through Cheeky little impish face Hands upon the tiny hips "Goothay" you said sweetly With the cutest little lisp Bright blue eyes so full of fun Yet now they see no more Golden halo of soft hair You'd not be knocking on my door No stolen fruit from my apple tree No balls thrown in my yard No "Hewo Mrs bubb" Tis going to be so hard No more strolling to the park to see You laughing as you play No childish laughter pleasant be A pedophile took all that away All there be is flowers dear So many by the score The neighborhood angel oh so sweet Shall not play any more I make a promise to you dear A sentry I shall be To watch as all the children play To make sure they laugh free My days shall be so long dear Yet this I shall follow through So that no other child dear Shall suffer as sweet you Copyright@shenni bubb2005 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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