Christa Stomphorst
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Go ahead and mention my child, The one that died, you know. Don't worry about hurting me further, The depth of my pain doesn't show. Don't worry about making me cry. I'm already crying inside. Help me to heal by releasing The tears that I try to hide. I'm hurt when you must keep silent, Pretending he didn't exist. I'd rather you mention my child, Knowing that he has been missed. You asked me how was I doing, I say "pretty good" or "fine" But healing is something ongoing. I feel it will take a lifetime.
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The time has come for me to say goodbye. But this is not goodbye, let me tell you why? I know, I did a lot that really made you mad. But I also did a lot that really made you glad!!! I know that right beside me one day you will be. But don't be in a big hurry, because all you do I will see. Now I must go so you can get on with your own thing. I'll know when you come home, cause all the heavens will sing. For when it's your time to finally come home, Your spirit will be free from all sin. And only I know, my father, when that will be. Until that time know I will always live within. |
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Dear Waleed.......
Fly me up to where you are |
~ Gifts from our dear friend Christa ~
