| | I told my baby I would post the poem I wrote for my other baby, Kiara. Well here it is...
Too Young
In Loving Memory Of
Kiara Leanna Easter
Remember when we climbed a tree
Then you fell and skinned your knee
We’d play House and sometimes School
You used to think that I was so cool
You were always willing to give away gum
You were loved by everyone
One time, you spent the night
We had a huge pillow fight
We went outside and made a tent
Then, down to Kwikshop we went
We bought pop, chips, and candy bars
For the night we were going to spend under the stars
But, we got scared and slept in the car
We’d get ice cream everyday
And you always had a game to play
You had a special quality that made you fun
But, those days are over and done
The ice cream man came that day
That fateful day you went away
He asked were you were, I didn’t know
I bought you some ice cream, the kind that you liked so
I was going to give it to you next time you came
But right then I had to get ready for the football game
Unfortunately, I didn’t know
That, here again, you would never show
It wasn’t until the next day that I found out
I wasn’t sure whether to scream or pout
I didn’t want to believe it was true
How could I lose someone as precious as you?
I ran upstairs and in my bed I cried
My sweet, angelic Kiara had died
All day long I had known something was wrong
I felt deep down that something was gone
I wasn’t sure what, till Kimmy came down
She was not laughing, she was wearing a frown
We miss you, Kiara, everyone down here
You were our lamb, our little deer
The only thing I find comfort in
Is the fact that your free from sorrow and sin
I try so hard to do the best I can
And only hope this is part of God’s plan
For He must’ve needed you, more then us
So, I really shouldn’t make such a fuss
This isn’t bad, it’s actually good
You’re not really gone, you just “moved to a different neighborhood”
Your memory lives on in our hearts
And when our time comes to part
We’ll meet you up there, oh what glorious thing
We’ll run together, we’ll laugh, we’ll sing
We’ll play all day in those streets of gold
Never again will we be sick or cold
I know we’ll meet again someday
But, until then these parting words I must say
I love you Kiara Easter
Bubble Gum Chewer and Ice Cream Feaster
-Kelly Rice
11-21-03
I wrote this last November. November's are bad, but I guess this helped
me to live again. I love you all so much. Even you Kimmie, although you
never post anything in your journal, but oh well. I got meet Maxtifer
in 24 minutes. So I gtg. Luv ya Buh bye
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