Saturday Prayer

Saturday was my Special Day. Now I miss you since you went away. I called you Saturday and heard your voice. I still remember when you called me Aunt Joyce. I knew you weren't going to answer the phone. Your Husband answered and he was home. Its hard for me to talk to him He misses you and his" Life is Dim.: I try to be happy but I hurt inside. When he talks to me I can hear the pride. You told me you would be there, for the rest of my day. Now you are gone and "God's" Taken you away. I will see you again on our Special Saturday!

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CandyBarr

Irving New York

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