A
Poem for my dad, Adrian Peterson
I
heard a voice say, “Come little angel,” as a hand reached down for me,
My
eyes were dried and then I heard, “I’ve come to set you free.”
God
then held me in His hand and took me home up high,
I’m
sorry that I had to leave without even saying bye-bye.
Daddy,
I love you more than you will ever know,
God
called me home so I had to go.
I
know that there may be anger deep down inside,
I’m
looking from up top at your crying eyes.
Know
that God has never taken an angel by mistake,
Know
that God can make sure that the pain goes away.
I
ask that God give you understanding as the days pass by,
And
let you know that I have a smile that’s so, so bright.
If
you ever want to see my face again, let the memories play,
Whenever
you have questions, just kneel and pray.
Daddy,
continue to do good and I’ll be right there with you,
Also
standing at the gates of heaven when God come to get you.
Love,
Baby
Peterson
(Written by Leukemiona "Shala" 10/11/2013)
(Written by Leukemiona "Shala" 10/11/2013)
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