Shawn Michael Manikam

Years fly by like autumn leaves,
But heartache and tears remain,
All I have left is precious memories
Of (both of) you, for today, for tomorrow,
And until my life is through.

You are my "Pot of Gold" at the end of my Rainbow....

The sunset along my horizon,
is the rising sun above your hills.
it brings the night; a dark illusion,
as it welcomes your morning and your day it fills.

During these moments i tend to wonder...

When you walk home late at night,
along the empty coblestone streets,
and the sun peaks through the landscape into site,
Do you think of me?

With a pack on your back and trails at your feet,
all the creatures, the streams and beauty you see,
during cultural traditions and with all the new people you meet,
Do you think of me?

When awe of nature's creations take your breath away,
and your ears are filled with sweet melody
of the wind, and willows, and booming waterfalls forte,
Do you think of me?

Well...

When my night falls and darkness surrounds me,
I think of your day and pray that its great.
When the morning light is in site and the sun comes to greet me,
I hope it left you a colorful sunset and in a peaceful state.
As I travel and go about my life with laughs and smiles,
I imagine where you are and that you are smiling too.
If trials and tribulations obstruct my path, or if I've had a bad day,
I think of you and hope that maybe once in a while, along your way---
You think of me too.

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Dear Mr. Hallmark,
I am writing to you from heaven, and
though it must appear a rather strange idea,
I see everything from here.
I just popped in to visit,
your stores to find a card,
A card of love for my mother,
for her Birthday.
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There must be some mistake I thought,
every card you could imagine.
Except, I could not find a card,
from a child who lives in heaven.
She is still a mother too,
no matter where I reside
I had to leave,
she understands,
but oh the tears she’s cried.
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I thought that if I wrote you,
that you would come to know
That though I live in heaven now,
I still love my mother so.
She talks with me,
and dreams with me;
we still share laughter too,
Memories our way of speaking now,
would you see what you could do?
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My mother carries me in her heart,
her tears she hides from sight.
She writes poems to honor me,
sometimes far into the night
She plants flowers in my garden,
there my living memory dwells
She writes to other grieving parents,
trying to ease their pain as well.
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So you see Mr. Hallmark,
though I no longer live on earth
I must find a way,
to remind her of her wondrous worth
She needs to be honored,
and remembered too
Just as the children of earth will do.
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Thank you Mr. Hallmark,
I know you’ll do your best
I have done all I can do;
to you I’ll leave the rest.
Find a way to tell her,
how much she means to me
Until I can do it for myself,
when she joins me in eternity.
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I love you Mom ~ Always xo

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Happy Valentines Day!

~Love & Hugs~

             "Missing Our Angels"

Our Book of Memories has been left wide open...

half way through, missing you, loving you...One day we will get the chance to add more pages to our book. Remembering you this Valentine's Day, With all my LOVE....Big Hugs 2 you! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

                        XOXOXOXOXOXOX

Happy Australia day! January 26th 2010.

No matter where we live, I can only imagine that all our

beautiful Angels will be watching the

spectacular fireworks from heaven together,

as they help their Aussie Buddies celebrate

Australia day.

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I Will Always Be Your Friend

You are never alone, I am always near,

When you have troubles or feeling blue,

All you have to do is call me,

I am always around for my friends.

It does not matter where I am,

And it does not matter when,

When you need someone to talk to you,

Then I will always be your friend.

If you need someone to hold your hand,

Or all you need is a great big hug,

I will be the shoulder to cry on,

I will always be your friend.

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