How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter? - Woody Allen

Sweet Sixteen

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My beautiful Bianca, on 2nd July you will be sweet sixteen you have no comprehension to you it's just another birthday your'e a ten year old little girl trapped in the body of a teenager. Seven months after you were born TRADGEDY struck! An accident at the daycare left you in a coma on life support the prognosis - brain damage and part paralysis I didn't cry then I had to be strong I was devestated, my senses numb I was angry, shouting to God!! Why my child? What did I do to deserve this? I look at you today, pretty as a picture my heart fills with unbearable sadness I wonder sometimes what you could have been an academic, ballerina, gymnast or even a beauty queen! You asked me, if you wrote a poem if I would post it, I said "yes of course" You took the "Groot Verseboek", chose a poem painstakingly you copied one stanza it took you hours to write.... A beautiful poem you chose, I must admit I cried bitterly, couldn't sleep I couldn't post your poem the words were not your own. But today, I will post a poem for you my special gift to you may the Angels surround and protect you from the cruelty of this world may God bless you abundantly. Have a wonderful, joyfilled, happy Sweet Sixteen

© jls


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