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Created on: January 11, 2009
Last Good Bye
Here they come now the families all here.
There's my Mom, Dad, Sister, and my brothers,
(I haven't seen them in over a year).
Look there's my uncle and aunt and, who's that?
Last time I saw her, she was just a little brat.
I didn't know I had so many cousins, so many people came.
I wish I knew them all by name.
Wow! Those people over there I haven't seen since I was ten!
And my nephews are here, what handsome men.
My Nieces are so beautiful and their husbands are nice,
I remember their weddings, their laughter when we through the rice.
I wonder who they are? Cousins, I heard my Mom say,
I'm glad they all could come, what a wonderful day.
I wonder if I look good, I hope my hairs not a mess,
Oh, they said I look wonderful, and whispered God bless.
There she is, my daughter, so grown up and strong,
with tears in her eyes, I wonder what's wrong?
The families all here, some I've never met,
Others I've met but what are their names? I forget.
The reunions about over, the whole family has passed by,
I'm glad I could get them all together for this last Good bye.
They just closed my coffin my cue to move on,
I just pray that the family keep their ties strong,
I pray they gather in life, not just to cry.
Don't wait to gather for that last Good bye.
Well I'm glad you could all come to see how each is doing,
Now please don't wait for the next family reunion.
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