ANGELA WILSON Poems

When I pray to God I ask him for,
one minute back in time.
To place me in my mothers arms,
one more cuddle just one last time.
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Why do they always treat me so bad,
when all I do is care.
I beg and plead 'just please be good'
but still I get nowhere.
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It is funny how as years go by,
you start to disappear.
You end up talking to yourself,
occasionlly you may get..
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Dad you are a man I love,
cherish and adore.
All of the way up to the ceiling,
and back down to the floor.
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I had my twin's at the age of seventeen,
I really was so scared.
But once I saw my little girl's,
there was nothing that compared.
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She's a sweet little girl
She's God's little delight
She's a wonder to the world
And someday she'll have a beautiful life
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