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THE LAST KISS

THE LAST KISS

All her life, my mom,

Held her Guardian Angel tight;

Always praying for others;

Forgiving others;

Reciting the rosary;Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā 

Thanking for what she received;

Smiling at others;

Wishing good luck to others;

Glorifying God in her sufferings;

Leading life of an angel on earth!

I remember when I’s a baby,

I’s wrapped in her kisses;

Embracing me every day and night;

Feeding me her breast milk, no, her blood;

Lulling me to sleep, holding me tight!

In turn, I grew fat and playful every time I’s breastfed;

And she becoming thin and lean, but smiling

And me, leaving her one day afar,

Searching my fortune far away!

Here I’m back with her;

She lying in her death bed;

Still smiling;

Still praying;

Still wishing;

Still forgiving;

Still loving;

Still holding the cross tight,

Glorifying God always!

And there she lies,

Her eyes closed forever;

Her smiles ceased forever;

Her kisses keeping me warm;

Her sacrifices making me rich!

There ahead lies her tomb,

She lying without grief,

As clean as she could,

And here I’m kissing her first and last time,

Setting her free to life eternal,

Her Guardian Angel holding her tight!

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sparrowsong

Hello P.L.

Beautiful tribute!Ā 

You both were very blessed...

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsongĀ 

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