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Kristina Radford Poem
He sent me an Angel
disguised as a friend.
He sent me a friend
who’s there till the end.
He sent me an Angel
to catch me when I fall.
He sent me a friend
who’d be there thru it all.
He sent me an Angel
where beside me she stands.
He sent me a friend
to lend a helping hand.
He sent me an Angel
to guide me the right way.
He sent me a friend
who is there each and everyday.
He sent me an Angel
with a heart made of gold.
He sent me a friend
so I would never be alone.
He sent me an Angel
to keep me honest and true
He sent me an Angel
disguised as YOU!
Copyright © Kristina Radford | Year Posted 2009
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Kristina Radford Poem
She was there for me when
I took my first breath.
It was she that offered comfort
as I lay my head on her chest.
It was her hand that reached for mine
whenever I would stumble.
And it was her soft voice I heard
when the storm outside would rumble.
It was her eyes that filled with tears
when I made my very first A.
And it was her ear that would listen
when I had a bad day.
It was her lips that smiled at me
filled with such pride.
When I brought into this world
her very first grandchild.
It was her arms that held me
when I laid my husband to rest.
And it was her words of encouragement
that kept me from falling off the edge.
It was her mind that taught me
how to be strong.
And it was her heart that taught me
to admit when I was wrong.
It was her life that I prayed for
night after night.
And it was my selfishness that
constantly pushed her to fight.
It was her face that told me
she had finally found peace.
And that her time here was over
as I was overcome with grief.
It was my cries that could be heard
for many miles I know.
And it was my tears that stained
the satin roses lying beneath her name in stone.
It is my heart that feels her
everywhere I go.
And it is her spirit that will keep me safe
until God calls me home.
She was there for me
when I took my very first breath.
And I was there for her
when she took her very last.
She is in Heaven now waiting
with wide open arms.
Because that is what she is
she's The Perfect Mom.
Copyright © Kristina Radford | Year Posted 2009
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Kristina Radford Poem
What's the point in continuing to try,
when you already know you will fail
and then sit silently and cry.
What's the point of doing what is right,
when you know before you start
that you will lose the fight.
What's the point of talking when no one will listen,
there is no point in spending time
trying to find what your life is missing.
What's the point of waking up everyday,
when you already know that for someone
else's mistakes you will have to pay.
What's the point of climbing brick walls,
when you already know each time that you
try you are going to fall.
What's the point of never letting them put you down,
when you already know your name is one
that will never be on a golden crown.
What's the point of helping and showing that you care,
when you already know that when you need help
there won't be anyone there.
What's the point of hanging on and never letting go,
when you already know that you will ultimately
end up lonely and alone.
Copyright © Kristina Radford | Year Posted 2009
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