by Felicia Arnold

Created on: July 18, 2011   Last Updated: July 19, 2011

My dear friend means the world to me

We used to devour  piles of Oreos and cups of hot coffee.

After wards  we'd laugh and talk for awhile

All problems were solved so we'd sit with broad smiles.

However, once the smiles were over we'd find ourselves crying

We became melancholy, time for goodbying.

My friend is now in heaven, left here on the 4th of July

No more problems to solve, no more questioning why.

Angels are all around us, and some you can see

My angel returned to heaven...but will always be with me.

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