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My Angel
I set alone at my table,
And
stare blindly through the shade,
A vision of a love so pure,
A Memory of yesterday.
The love I took for granted,
Of
one so kind and strong,
A Vison of my Uncle,
Who has been gone so long.
We vowed a love forever,
My Mentor,My
Shinning Light,
I lived there in his shadow,
My Friend for all my life.
God has a way of calling home all his Angel's
first.
He takes a look around this place he called earth and if any
of his most precious ones are sick or in pain,he
will call them home first.
With a loving heart and kind hands he reached from heaven above.
He so lovingly and kindly
grasp my Uncle's tired hands and gently guided him home.
God reclaimed his Angel that day but he also stole from me the
one and only person
that ever loved or cared for me.
God stole my Guardian Angel when he reclaimed his own.
The days,they pass so slowly now,
The
emptiness of mine,
Like a wonderer with no place to go,
Just lost somewhere in time.
A journey back to younger days,
Sometimes
that road I find,
Once again I find his love,
His loving hand in mine.
We talk,we smile,we laugh awhile,
He tells
me things will be fine,
That his love will reach me always,
Til the day that journey's mine.
So for those of you,the
lucky ones,
In this world you do find,
A Love so pure and precious,
As Uncles and mine.
You must treasure every
moment,
And memorize every line,
You must never take for granted,
The Precious gift of time.
It's been over twenty
years since Uncle passed away.
I have never loved another human as much as I do him.
He is my world,my faith,my strength,my
friend,my hero, my dad and my uncle.
I could of walked on water when he was here with me but since he passed I feel like
I am drowning.
There is no where to go and no way to reach the surface.
Someday I know once again we will walk that
same path together.
Once again I will walk on water side by side with the greatest Man I have ever known.
My Uncle,Clayton
Andrew O'Neil.
Copyright Belongs to:
Alta O'Neil 2008
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