We Take Death to Reach a Star
To Young for Goodbyes
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Ian James Peterson 7/5/72 - 4/24/92 20 years |
Took his life to get away from drugs,
4/19/92 lived on a machine until they finally shut if off 4/24/92.
To me he passed Easter Sunday April 19, 1992.
I've carried this poem for 11 years.
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Gone Gone is the heartache, the sadness and pain Gone is the worry, all done in vain Over is hoping, Over all fears It's time to stop grieving and stop all my tears Peaceful resignation reigns over me. I cry not for my loss but for what couldn't be.
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Ian
I cry for my loss and what couldn't be
Your Loving Mother'
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When You Dream When you dream, they are waiting there, They talk to you with silent voice, All those doubts, and all those fears. They will be no more, when they are near, Hushed voices harmonious, without a care, Soft rustling of wings, the serenity there, The end of pain, the peace that's gained In heaven or some other plane. Just tranquil memories, no anxious minds. The tormented souls are left behind. You are both as one for all dreams time. When you dream, they are in your mind Then you wake, it comes rushing in, The silent tears slip off you chin, You count the moments until you dream To be as one and all that means. So wear a smile, don't despair, How can they be gone, when they are here, In your heart, all through the years. In happy times or silent tears. In your dreams, they are waiting there |