Short Abby Poems
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A wonderful, beautiful young girl
Bright eyes seeking God
Because dad and mom believe
Youth seeks and absorbs knowledge of God
For a young girl in my children's church class
All hail Abby Jones:
Her sock drawer filled with
Mundane and ordinary thoughts,
Locked in a bunker
Of imagination.
She’s confused.
She doesn’t know who she is.
Neither do I.
She wears tall socks in spring
Because she doesn’t want
To look at her ankles.
Girl, where you been
relaxing to a tune
Girl what you doing tonight
Doing my toes tonight
Girl that's a plan way ahead of schedule
what time tonight
Doing what is right
absent in thought
really want to get out tonight
don't feel the thrill
Girl what you putting on
The best you ever had
Don't put me down
Just open your wings and fly
The moment the angels,
Came and took you away,
Our life's have got harder,
And harder each day,
The tears that we've cried,
This pain that we feel,
We know in our hearts,
That we'll never heal,
But we know that someday,
We'll see you again,
To hug and to hold you,
Our love never ends,
But until that day comes,
Be strong and be brave,
When you look down on us,
Princess give us a wave.
Sean Ness
The day became silent
not in a happy manner,
the world was lighter
not by much - but still significant,
the sound of tears falling
echoed into the night,
life once lived now gone.
How can it pass so quickly?
A decade seemed like a day,
time now frozen
in this shaken soul,
no more greetings,
no more kisses,
no more handshakes,
no more sendoffs,
no more anything,
only silent barking now.
Goodbye faithful friend,
farewell and love always!
we can't circumnavigate the globe
although we'll surely try
your father has a sailboat
and I the will to die
let's get lost out on the sea
somewhere off Cape Horn
force our families to gather
in a solemn state of mourn
inform the attendance keeper
to expect absence this September
even with no accomplishments
we can pretend you'll all remember
our clear lack of gratitude
the anger kept inside
when the country is a city
on the ocean do we hide
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