The Promise

you promised me you were not going anywhere 

and everything would be ok

you promised me not to break my heart 

you couldn't help being you just another day

growing up wasn't easy for you

probably your whole life Until you turned 72

a place that was dark and you could not see the light

you said you were fine, you promised me you were allright

you had a heart attack, look at where it left me at

how I am getting through this I don't know

you promised me you wouldn't leave

so I need to let that go

that promise you couldn't make 

i don't think you really know

I was left with a broken heart, 

very sad, you had to go

you promised me you were ok

thats the way it goes

If Resting in Peace or in Summerland

I hope one day I'll get to hold your hand

one kiss on the head and one on the cheek

I hope now you are resting in peace 

at least in Summerland where everything 

is perfect and I'll always hold your heart in my hand

I hope one day we will reunite we understand

I miss you so much Its almost a year

i promise you that after my last tear

one year that you are no longer here

im sending my balloon with my letter

Can't wait for it to dissappear...

I'm sending it with love and support

to,watch over me to,be free

I suffer from chronic pain, depression, anxiety  

i wish we lived in a better society

your promise was made

it was all clear

you cannot promise what's not yours to take

Ill always love you and can never be replaced 

Everyday is different from the next one to come

and never be erased.

In my heart and in my mind

think that's the only place I can find 

i really thought i had more time

embrace each day with a smile on your face

We never know what tomorrow will bring so make sure 

you say GRACE

AMEN

 

 

 

 

 

 

About the Author
.I am a white female 47 years old and suffer from depression and anxiety. I have had three right hip replacements due to infection at 18 months old I just had my world turn upside having my dad pass away 8/9/2015 He called me at 8 pm we said we love each other n that was my last Time I spoke to him... I love to write poetry and advice for the grieving
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