Father
Oh Father,
I walk within your footsteps, leading me where I should go.
I pray to thee,
The one who answers our pleas,
Protect who I love the most, the family which you have given me.
Oh! Just Judge!
Let your angels sing, play their harps and watch over the ones I love.
Thank you my Lord,
For every prayer I ask, I feel your angel’s wings guiding the way.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Locked Inside | 2 | 07/14/2010 |
| The Friend | 0 | 07/13/2010 |
| Lost and Found | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Broken | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Away | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Glow | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Daughter of Dance | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Dark Kiss | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| For Love of Night | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| The Wall | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Remember | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Joseph | 0 | 09/22/2009 |
| Jan | 0 | 09/22/2009 |
| Blessed Mother | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Father | 0 | 09/22/2009 |
| Michael | 0 | 09/22/2009 |
| My Love | 1 | 06/08/2009 |
| One | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Mother | 1 | 06/05/2009 |
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