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If one time you saw yourself through my eyes...
your warmth, your wonder, your joy and surprise,
your brightness, your laughter; the happiness you impart...you'd know why I love you so much. | |
Here is an angel to watch over u Baby
I wish you a bright and comforting day.
An angel kissed my tears away
Today when I was sad,
I wasn't feeling quite myself,
My day had been so bad.
I felt a warmth brush by me
That quickly dried my tears -
A gentle, kind, and loving touch
That seemed to hold me near.
The warmth and kindness filled my heart
and the day seemed brighter, too...
I guess that's just the way you feel
when an Angel comforts you!!
I want to thank all my Friends who have been getting me through this, I love and treasure you all to bits!!! Hmmmm kinda sad to think not one family member except my Mother of course, ever took a minute of there time to at least call when I was dealing with the Ashley drama, to see how I was holding up. And I thank God above for Lea and Babe gettting through those nights, and all the others that showed there concern and support and kept me sane :-) ..... I love you huggsssssssssss
BTW Sorry for the big drama page but I just had to let this anger out. I havent seen Dawson for over a month now and it hurts like hell!
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| Gary and Sara taking him to Park |
| Our Last Photo Together |
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| May 2002 |
The soul of a child is the loveliest flower
That grows in the garden of God.
It climbs from weakness to knowledge and power,
To the sky from the clay and the clod.
To beauty and sweetness it grows under care;
Neglected 'tis ragged and wild,
It's a plant that is tender and wondrously rare,
The sweet wistful soul of a child.
Be tender, O gardener, and give it it's share
Of moisture, of warmth and of light,
And let it not lack for painstaking care
To protect it from frost and the blight.
A glad day shall come when it's bloom shall unfold
It will seem that an angel has smiled.
Reflecting a beauty and sweetness untold
In the sensitive soul of a child.
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| ready to take bath after making mess with 1st Bday cake |
The innocence of a child,
pure as a dove in the wild.
Their thoughts full of wonder
amongst a heart so young, so tender.
An angel in heaven not long ago,
now on earth their halo still aglow.
May we all be innocent as children
with peace of the dove on occasion.
Walk away with the spirit of love,
pure and simple, solicit the above.
One June 16, 2002 ....
While in the care of My Mother in Southern California...My little Dawson was taken from his bed in the early hours of the morning by his Father, A man he has only seen a few times in his whole life, rushed into a car and taken from safety! It lasted only minutes and before my Mother could realize exactly what was happening he was gone ...Dawson was scheduled to fly home that morning at 10am. Apparently the same family members that turned there heads at this child and his siblings when he was born, Decided they knew what was best for the welfare of him and his family, By Forching his Father to accept responsibility for him take over.
Are My The Only One With A Clue In This Family??
The man has over 6 kids total!! Not one has he supported.... He's homeless and not once thought a Job might help!! His nearly 47 fyo struggling w/drug problems and a over jealous braindead girlfiend who cant seem to stop breeding....
Giving Dawson back to him isnt gonna change him or his braindead g/f . The only thing you all are changing is the only chance Dawson ever had of having some sort of future..... |
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