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Peggy Langan Poem
Please come home my Valentine
You can give me chocolates wrapped in silk and lace,
You can give me roses nicely propped up in a vase.
You can buy me a card with a poem that makes me cry,
But darling this valentines day I just want you by my side.
Your the best gift I could ever ask for in a million year's,
Just to have you here with me would take away my fears.
I know you have duties to fulfill and you are thinking of me.
But darling this valentines day your all I want to see.
Please come home my Valentine,
Please bring your love to me.
I want you hear in person.
Your the only one I want to see.
Please come home my valentine,
I am waiting here for you.
I love you and I need you,
And know you need me too.
Please come home and hold me in your loving arms.
Promise me you will stay safe and out of any harm.
I miss you so much , I need you here with me tonight.
For valentines day your the only one that can make it right.
I am sending you my kisses and all my love.
Hold this letter next to your heart look to the sky above.
I am with you every moment of every day.
And there is no one in the world that can take that away.
Please come home my Valentine
Please bring your love to me.
I want you hear in person.
Your the only one I want to see.
Please come home my valentine,
I am waiting here for you.
I love you and I need you,
And know you need me too.
Please come home my valentine....Please come home my Valentine.....I’m
waiting here for you
Copyright © Peggy Langan | Year Posted 2006
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Peggy Langan Poem
My Daddy’s Death
I had a dream last night,
That death came alive,
I looked in to my Daddy’s face
And we both started to cry.
He was so mad at me,
And yet he would not speak,
His hand tried to clutch mine,
But he was frail and weak.
Guilt swept through my veins,
I wanted to take him with me,
I hated seeing him sit alone,
He was not happy and free.
I recalled when his flesh was warm,
Remembering him clutching my hand,
Gasping for his final breath of life,
I lied, when I said I understand.
My Daddy didn’t want to die,
He wanted to stay here with me,
We were not done talking and laughing.,
There is so much we didn’t see.
I still cannot accept his death,
It doesn’t matter about his age.
Time does not heal all wounds.
My heart is still in a mad rage.
By Peggy Davis Langan
Copyright © Peggy Langan | Year Posted 2006
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