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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
Goodbye, Sweet Grace

Goodbye, Sweet Grace

A Poem by Lewis Tedesco

We grew up in a small town with small people and small minds.  But even though it all, we found that I was yours and you were mine.  I used to hold you in my arms trying to figure out how I made it before you, when I was lost in so many ways.  I was confused, afraid of harm and the world and you, somehow, taught me to live life, day by day, each day as a blessing.  When you looked at me, my soul would burst and it was in that instance that I knew you were my first and my last.  I wish I could see you again; I would give everything I have now to touch you just one more time.  I realize my life will never be the same and I try everyday to deal with this numbness that has been constant from the place that you left a hole in when you left on your journey through gates of pearl.  You were talked about for so long by angelic faces that it was only a matter of time until they wanted to meet you.  I’ve got so much left to say that I hope when I pray you can hear it.  You not coming back to me isn’t the way that it was supposed to happen.  I’ll never forget that I was blessed but I know that it is time to say good bye, sweet grace.

 

 

[This is an original work by Lewis Tedesco. All materials are copyright protected. Materials, in part or in whole, shall not be replicated without first the consent of the original author.]

© 2009 Lewis Tedesco


Author's Note

Lewis Tedesco
please leave some feel back.

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Now this one is just simply amazing!
I was touched by this one.
Very well stated!

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on November 6, 2009

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Lewis Tedesco
Lewis Tedesco

Virginia Beach, VA



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