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A Single Yellow Rose

There's a single yellow rose,
that I put on your headstone.
Every day I come to visit,
stare at your picture on my phone.

We were sent to war together,
always went on patrol at night.
I can remember a few times,
when we almost lost that fight.

That night that you lost your life,
it tore my world apart,
You were always like a brother,
that remains deep in my heart.

So I place a single yellow rose,
on top of your headstone.
And I will never forget you,
I keep your picture on my phone.

Copyright © Donald Waugh Sr. | Year Posted 2012

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Crazy Squirrel

I saw this crazy squirrel a running,
he must have thought I was a nut.
When he tried to bite my leg,
I turned and kicked him in the butt.

Then I chased him through the yard,
he ran up this great big tree.
That crazy squirrel jumped on a branch,
and he threw a nut at me.

I looked around and found a rock,
and I threw it really hard.
It must have hit him on the head,
because he fell down to the yard.

So I picked him up and held him,
I said please don't be dead.
He came to and looked at me,
then he bit me on the head.

That's when he jumped down to the ground,
and he turned and laughed at me.
I yelled out your a crazy squirrel,
and he ran back up the tree.

Copyright © Donald Waugh Sr. | Year Posted 2012

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Halloween Night

Was it all the noise,
that gave you such a fright.
Or are there ghost among us,
on this Halloween night,

Flashes of bright lightning,
the thunders crashing roar.
A stranger out there lurking,
and banging on your door.

You hear the floors a creaking,
but there is nobody there.
A vision of someone sitting,
in your fathers favorite chair.

You run upstairs and lock the door,
pull the blankets over your head.
Then you start to ask yourself,
is this house surrounded by the dead.

After all there is a cemetery,
in a lot right down the road.
no one goes there anymore,
because of the spirits I am told.

Copyright © Donald Waugh Sr. | Year Posted 2012

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I wrote this long letter to God,
and I asked him to watch over you.
I told him about all your suffering,
and all the pain you go through.

And I also put in the letter,
you use to have such a beautiful smile.
But ever since you got cancer,
we only see it once in a while.

I asked God if he would help us,
and cure this horrible thing.
To give you all of your strength,
so you could enjoy another spring.

I will keep writing this letter,
until God makes it all good for you.
If you have never had cancer,
believe me you don't have a clue.

My thoughts go out to you all,
and I pray for all of you too.
God please answer my letter,
there's so many things they need to do.

Copyright © Donald Waugh Sr. | Year Posted 2012