Sweet Mariah
Squirming baby, newly born,
Tiny breathe, sweet and warm.
Rosebud lips and cheeks so pink,
Momma barely sleeps a wink.
At Mother’s breast, a happy sigh,
Falls asleep with a lullaby.
Today a bottle, tomorrow a spoon
From cradle to walking, much too soon.
Soft dark hair with a tiny curl,
Gonna grow up a Daddy’s girl.
So hush little babe, a don’t you weep,
Angels shall watch over you while you sleep.
By Patty Bickle
Mariah Patricia Bickle - 9-11-96
4 comments:
Nice one, man.
Cliff, you've laid down your burden now, and you suffer no longer. I'm sorry to see you go, and I love you. Thank you for being a good brother and best friend. In the end, you were a good man, which sounds like such a simple and faint eulogy but is so much more than that.
My heart is broken. We will miss you. We will remember you, always.
Your equal will never be among us again.
Happy birthday, man!
I'm so glad you started blogging before you left, so we'd have something a little more tangible than memories to hang on to; they tatter so easily.
I'd like to punch these spammers in the gonads, marking up your blog after you're gone (why couldn't you have given me your password so I could keep this shit cleaned up??).
Happy birthday, bubba.
Tom
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