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Patricia Salamone Poem
Littlest angel ever so near,
my heart is weeping, can you hear.
I held you in my arms
and felt your breath upon my cheek,
I gently kissed your face you were just so weak.
Your little hand held mine,
your face was so divine,
I looked into your eyes,
you looked back into mine.
As your life ebbed away and the night
turned to day I held you close to me,
you reached your tiny hand up and
touched me with a sigh, you smiled
a little smile for me as if to say goodbye.
Littlest angel ever so near
my heart is weeping, can you hear
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Patricia Salamone Poem
FREEDOM
They go by air and by sea to a foreign land
The heat and the dust burns their skin
They go not to fight but to lend a hand
In their hearts they carry freedom on their shoulders
They carry weapons in their eyes you can see honor
They leave behind their wives, husbands, children, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters,
Aunts, uncles, cousins, girlfriends, boyfriends, the safety of their home, their jobs, home
cooked meals, holidays with their family and friends, seeing the birth of their children.
They follow in the foot steps of their ancestors before them, many will not return, but
they will persevere and in the end their honor and bravery, and the freedom they carry in
their hearts will rise up. The ones that have gone before them and have not returned are
there beside them shoulder to shoulder, heart to heart reminding them that freedom is not
free. So this holiday season when you are celebrating with family and friends doing the
things you are free to do, in your heart honor the men and women who have
made that possible for you.
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Patricia Salamone Poem
Her gentle way and loving touch is always in my heart
Although she is gone for quite some time we will never be apart
The years she spent were joyous ones for all of us to share, for in
Our hearts I guess we knew one day she’d not be there.
She taught us how to love and care for human life.
She taught us to understand our path would have some strife.
Her heart was kind and loving though her means were very small,
She gave to everyone she could, she gave her very all.
She touched the lives of many souls and loved life like no other, she
Breathed in me what I am now I am proud to call her Mother.
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Patricia Salamone Poem
Can you hear the rumbling? If you listen close you might. Can you see despair and poverty? It is an awful sight! Can you hear the children crying out in pain? Can you see their faces as they’re calling out in vain?
Each day you line your pockets. Is that your only goal? Is human life so meaningless you let degradation take its toll? Do you see how you are destroying the only world which we know? We trusted you to lead us and this is all you have to show?
You keep your little circle tight, with nothing but the best. Once this world is finished, you’ll go down with all the rest. Promises you made mean nothing any more. You will say anything you need to get you in the door.
If you think we’re not aware of what is coming down. If you think this can go on, you really are a clown. Quietly we gather; one by one we come. Silently we move while all of you are having fun.
We are tired of your grabbing, and never giving back. We are angry you've betrayed us. We are about to crack. You have lost sight of what you're there for; to lead, and not to take. Your Greed has taken flight, your Pride, a big mistake.
Can you hear the rumbling? If you listen close you might.
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