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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My Angels Sweet (Though You Are Gone) By Shawn H. Hall Dedicated to my sweet, precious angels, Hannah (Monkey) 6, Kenneth (Peanut) 5, and Danielle (Munchkin) 2. I pray that I will see your sweet faces again one day. My life has no more meaning without you sweet angels in it. Oh, GOD! How I wish that I could hug each of you just one more time! I would never let you go! With all of my tears, all of my anguish, and all of my love, forever, Daddy. My Angels sweet, though you are gone, The sun still shines, the winds still blow. Though Heaven deemed that you move on-- The King outranked this lowly pawn-- And though the seasons move by slow, Not sun nor rain nor any change Will cause my heart to wander so That memories will rearrange Your sweet young faces all aglow. Your tinkling laughter warmed my soul. Your smiles could light a gloomy day. But now my soul's an empty hole, And now, though it fulfills no role-- Except to make my body stay Where Hell may find it any hour-- Then demons dark will hold in sway, Shattered dreams that seethe with power, Before they carry me away. My three sweet Angels now are passed To pastures greener than this plane, And though I hold their mem'ries fast, They warp from Satan's fiery blast, While Heaven's tears now fall as rain. Yet Heaven, Hell; it matters not. My grief will not assuage my pain. And to this life, what I have brought, It matters little--all for naught-- As Demons, Angels now are caught Inside my train of deadly thought, And neither one shall ever gain My torn soul; a bloody stain, As this is what my grief has wrought; A wasteland filled with sweat and strain While looking once more to regain What sin and sloth have never bought; A moment's worth of might and main To bring my Angels home to reign O'er one small space that time forgot: A Grassy, flowered, fun-filled lot. Where I will share with them our past And where our love will ever last.
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