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Got Not My Just Desserts

It was often said, she was my better angel,
but terminal illness clipped her beautiful wings
As my faithful wife, me she always watched over
I wished my dirty snow life had been more clean

We made snow angels when we were kids,
and I loved how she would look at me
with those innocent doe eyes
She always forgave me for any wrong I did,
even when she had got that dying disease
Smiling, she would wipe my tears away whenever I cried

I always knew I didn’t deserve her love,
her kind-hearted spirit was above my pay grade
At her casket, I held her velvet glove ... 
kissed her hand, and thanked God
for letting my dear wife rest pain-free in the shade

In my heart, I know I got not my just desserts,
it  should’ve been me 
the grave diggers were burying under the earth
I live today
because her forgiveness of me was heard by God
Now my better angel has flown away,
and my soul cries daily aloud

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Darlene De Beaulieu Date: 8/10/2017 9:35:00 AM Hello Freddie, thisis a sad poem you wrote. yes we miss our loved ones when they pass. Even though my husband did wrong it took me a long time to forgive him. Now that I have, I am moving on. In time you will to. Have a nice day my friend hugs to you you need it . Login to Reply

Kim Rodrigues Date: 6/8/2017 10:36:00 AM Read your comment... this was loosely about your mom and dad. Nice writing, my friend. Login to Reply

Kim Rodrigues Date: 6/8/2017 10:36:00 AM Read your comment... this was loosely about your mom and dad. Nice writing, my friend. Login to Reply

Cheryl Hoffman Date: 6/6/2017 8:51:00 PM Very sad but well done nostalgic write Freddie!~Che :) Login to Reply

Juli- Michelle Date: 6/6/2017 4:28:00 PM This was beautiful and I could feel that emotion in the end. Very well done! Love, Juli-Michelle Login to Reply

Heidi Sands Date: 6/6/2017 9:34:00 AM This poem has such an impact on the reader. Sad, full of emotion, strongly spoken. Well done! Login to Reply Freddie Robinson Jr. Date: 6/6/2017 11:51:00 AM Ty, Heidi. I feel other people's pain when they lose a dear loved one. And I write as the Spirit moves me. Love always.

White Wolf Date: 6/6/2017 7:06:00 AM This is so sad, RW! Very heart wrenching write my friend! Login to Reply Freddie Robinson Jr. Date: 6/6/2017 8:06:00 AM Ty, WW. My wife is still living. This poem is a memorial of how my father feels about his wife (my mother) being dead. It's a reflecting back on his life together w/her. My mother did die not from a terminal illness though. Love always.