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Feb 2013
Woman stood, son child in arm,
At the nursery viewing window,
A beautiful newborn baby girl they did gaze.
Should have been me instead.
A precious little toddler girl waddling 'round
Learning, exploring, sweetly playing,
As the little toddler boy he watched.
Should have been me instead.
She played the playground up and down
Swinging the swing set, sliding the slide.
The little boy watched, played just the same
Should have been me instead.
She grinned ever so widely,
Her friend he was carrying her papers and books,
As they  walked home from school.
Should have been me instead.
High school prom did come one night,
She's dancing the floor like she's done it before,
Spinning, twirling, feet off the floor,
Happy she is, with he and his lead.
Should have been me instead.
Years have gone by, gold ring on her hand,
Forever it means, for one and for both
Children all her own, so beautiful so young,
Should have been me instead.
Angel of death he now hovers , the girl of his dreams,
To his knees he did fall, his head he did bow,
Trembling and tearful,to the Lord he did speak,
God take my soul, Sir please spare the girl,
Humbly he prayed, but so sadly she passes.
My Father in heaven, you've taken my dream,
You've taken my world, you've taken my heart.,
Oh God in heaven I say, ...
... It should have been me.  






Re-written 12/31/09   © 2/20/2013
Frankie Morrison
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