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Dee Edgett Poem
My sweet daughter
I picture you playing
amongst the mermaids,
wearing a necklace of sea-shells
and white shiny pearls.
You loved the ocean
and even on your worse days
when the cancer had
taken away all your energy
you would have us carry you
down to the sandy beach.
You would sit watching the high tides
bouncing waves on the shore.
I often wondered what you thought
about as you sat there.
One day you turned to me and said,
"Wouldn’t it be great to be a mermaid?"
Memories of you as a small girl
reading the Little Mermaid stories
brought fresh tears to my eyes.
"What would you do if you were a mermaid?"
I asked.
So you told me how
you would swim far away to
find your prince and forever love
waiting on a distant shore.
Something that would never happen now
that your cancer was terminal.
Today with a heavy heart
I spread your ashes across those same waves.
My heart breaking with missing you.
“Swim my little mermaid swim,”
I whisper into the breeze.
Copyright © Dee Edgett | Year Posted 2011
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On the pink feet of innocence
she falls across the twilight sky.
A call, however faint has
gone out from the darkness
of the earth below.
God spoke the words into
celestial ears and now she
answers on wings of light.
Spun by the touch of moonbeams
and handfuls of star dust,
on alabaster wings she floats
unto the muddy slimy ground.
She leaves behind the glory
and the shining light of heaven,
to protect and guard
the delicate hearts on earth.
God’s gift to his wayward children.
Copyright © Dee Edgett | Year Posted 2011
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Hair blowing over my face
your breath dancing across the strands
with peppermint scented kisses.
Soft flutter...
just above my bellybutton
I take your hand
and place it over the spot.
Amazement fills your hazel eyes
as you feel your child move
for the very first time.
Copyright © Dee Edgett | Year Posted 2011
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Hallowed illusions ...
just over
the ridge
where the world
goes on forever.
blessed sunshine
washing the day
in all of God’s glory.
Copyright © Dee Edgett | Year Posted 2011
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