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Mayra Castillo Jun 2015
Oh, Lord, Give me Strength where I have none
Help me find my inner peace among the many conflicts that may arise.
Oh, Lord, show me the way
Help me be my beloved's guiding light in the face of darkness and turmoil.
Help me heal her broken heart.
Oh, Lord, help me accept what is to be.
And, if, I can no longer be my beloved's shinning light,
Then Oh, My Lord, I pray to thee, that, I may become a beam of hope for her to see.
Please, take my hand and help me guide my love into the light, where she should be.
Have mercy on us for we are in need.
My beloved is tired.
Her bones ache.
She is in agony.
She is in pain.
She needs to rest.
She needs to sleep.
Oh, Lord, I pray to thee, to cuddle my love till eternity.
No more suffering, no more pain.
Just let her be and go to thee
I ask and pray that her spirit may rest in peace with you forever more.

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Mayra Castillo
I wrote this poem for my loving and beautiful mother who passed away on June 10th 2010.
Mayra Castillo Jun 2015
Oh, Lord, Give me Strength where I have none
Help me find my inner peace among the many conflicts that may arise.
Oh, Lord, show me the way
Help me be my beloved's guiding light in the face of darkness and turmoil.
Help me heal her broken heart.
Oh, Lord, help me accept what is to be.
And, if, I can no longer be my beloved's shinning light,
Then Oh, My Lord, I pray to thee, that, I may be com a beam of hope for her to see.
Please, take my hand and help me guide my love into the light, where she should be.
Have mercy on us for we are in need.
My beloved is tired.
Her bones ache.
She is in agony.
She is in pain.
She needs to rest.
She needs to sleep.
Oh, Lord, I pray to thee, to cuddle my love till eternity.
No more suffering, no more pain.
Just let her be and go to thee
I ask and pray that her spirit may rest in peace with you forever more.

By

Mayra Castillo
I wrote this poem for my loving and beautiful mother who passed away on June 10th 2010.
Mayra Castillo Jun 2015
The leaves are falling on the ground
and I smell Turkey crispy and brown
Summer is nice and you'll agree
but, give me Autumn and Golden Leaves

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Mayra Castillo
This was my very first poem, I wrote it when I was eleven years old.

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