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  Sep 2017 Debbie Brindley
Jackie Mead
Comes to us all.
You are born to live, then you live to die.
Enjoy your journey, feel the ride. Preferably with someone you love by your side.
Missing my dad, he would have loved this journey I'm on.
Debbie Brindley Sep 2017
Your
     Guitar
              Sits
                    In
                       The  
                            Corner
                        ­                Of
                                           The
                                               Room,
                                                       It
                                                       Breaks
                                                        ­ ­       My
                                                        Hea­rt­
                                              Knowing
          ­­                             You'll
                             Never
                       Play
          Another
   Tune,
        I
       Miss
             Watching
                          And
                      ­         Listening  
                                          To
                                               You
                                                    Play,
                                                          The
                                                            Music
                                                    Taking
                                             Over
             ­                    Making
                             My
                     Body
              Sway,
           I'd
   Close
         My
            Eyes
                   Feel
                        The
                             Beat,
                                  You'd
                   ­ ­                     Strum
                                                 Your
                                                       Guitar
                                              Tapping
          ­­                              Your
                                  Feet,
                        ­ ­      I'd
                         Feel
                   The
        Rhythm
     In
My
   Mind
          Body
                And
                      Sou­­l,
                            Feeling
                                        So
                     ­                      Connected
                                                   Never
  ­                                            Wanting
                                           To
                   ­                   Let
                               That
                    Feeiling
               Go
So miss hearing a guitar being played. Was  a constant sound in our home
Debbie Brindley Sep 2017
You came into my life
aged 4

Such a sweet wee thing
and to this heart
of mine
much pleasure
you did bring

I had laughter
and love
with my little boy
But girls
bring a different joy

You really were
a lovely girl
You put my life
into a whirl

We did crafts
dress ups
had days
filled with fun
Your hair
shone golden
when out in the sun

Now you're an adult
Into a lovely young lady
you've grown
with a husband
and a baby girl
A family of your own

So now I have a grandaughter
to give me years
of pleasure
and I'm sure just like her mum
she'll give me memories I'll forever treasure
This was written with much love
for my beautiful stepdaughter
who has been part of my life for almost
20years
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