by Michelle Grismer

Created on: March 12, 2010   Last Updated: April 08, 2010

All I ever wanted was to feel like a cherished soul.

To love and laugh and put behind the demons  lost in time.

To grow and live and prosper in  faith.

To be safe in a  light that brings me to a place.

A place of familiar flowers and a song of joy.

A shiny head of  a sweet little  boy.

As my hair grows gray my time is over 

I gaze upon my field  of clover.

" Oh Johnny Boy" sing at my side.

Ease my slumber in a soft carriage ride.

Rest is certain for a life so troubled.

Lift me up through this pile of rubble.

I sleep in peace dreaming of a place faraway.

Waiting my reunion  on a bright sunny day.

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