She sat with me every night
Prayed with me and held me tight
She was always there for me
When she walked with me
She held my hand
Let me cry when i got scared
She was my best friend
Now she’s s gone into my heart
Where she will always watch over me
I know for sure she’s in a wonderful place
Where one day I will see her beautiful face
Dedicated to: Joanne C. Williams
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Michelle Mackenzie
You can find me curled up in my hammock, book in hand, on the crystal clear spring fed rivers. I've always loved to read and write, so I decided to post the things I've written. I'm excited to read your creations as well, I hope you enjoy!
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