| MY ANGEL LEFT MY SIDE It was a normal day for me, visiting some of my friends. Making sure no one needed a thing, or help with odds and ends. After the day was darkening, another friend and I, went to his place to relax, settle down for the night. My angel had been there for me, but she left me for a bit. To help out another person, maybe it was another kid. I didn't mind of course, that is the way I am. I always give before I take, thankfully that was God's plan. So my angel left my side, and then I was taken from this place. Left loving family and friends behind, my love they will always embrace. Debbie K. Hopkins Sept. 27, 2003 |
| REMEMBERING It's so hard to believe you're gone, and pictures are all we have left. Your memory will be with us always, and your love was a special gift. I walk around my house every day, looking for each memory of you to grasp. I hope years down the road, I don't forget any of the past. We didn't spend a whole lot of time together, but I'm privilaged at what time we had. Different lives we led, but emotions alike, and we stuck through it all - good and bad. I think back to the last few weeks, of things that were said and done. How the signs seemed to be there, if only we could have known. I miss your voice and your hugs, whenever you said good-bye. Always caring and very loving, I wonder how this could happen and why. Debbie K. Hopkins Oct. 5, 2003 |
| YOUR CLOSEST FRIEND You were a friend, so special and dear. One he could count on, to always be near. He would help you out, on any ole' thing. Took you to places, and food he would bring. He helped on your cabin, whenever you worked on it. And many other things, or did you forget? While you were ill, he cared for you. Changed your clothes, and even nurtured you. But on a fateful night, you just got mad. Killed the one best friend, you ever did have. It was bad enough, you shot him in the back. But I hoped it killed him, since what you did after that. You scorched his body, in a deep hole like trash. How could you, do something like that? We didn't get to see him, for one last good-bye. Do you even know, what that is like? You murdered my brother, may you burn in hell. And he's now an angel, probably still wishing you well. Debbie K. Hopkins Oct. 9, 2003 |
| I wrote these poems for my brother Leslie. He always loved reading my poetry. Even in my teenage years when they weren't good at all....he told me they was. Oh..those fond memories..!! |
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| You are listening to "Wind Beneath My Wings" |