regarding a loved one that has passed away,
my friend James S. Velan who died this past December2005.
Jim was one of the greatest men I have ever been blessed
to have known, and privledged to have been ca
You added so much color to my life and defined
true friendship to my daughter,
The sincerity and compassion were just
a few qualities you taught her.
Your personality lit up a room, your presence
brought a joy to all,
You gave me courage when things were tough
and my back was against the wall.
The respect and love we were shown
lives on within us today,
You were a good listener
my confidant,
you blessed my life everyday.
You left me with wonderful memories
in my heart I gently hold.
Nothing has greater value,
not even the finest piece of gold.
One evening you stopped by and I never seen
you again,
For the lord took you home
I deeply miss you my friend.
But every time I feel a breeze touching my skin
or I hear the birds outside singing so
beautifully,
I know Jim that you are still here,
as an angel loving me...
Jim-If you were my angel when you were alive, what then does that make you now...?
Poetry by Donna Lee Marie Balderama
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Written on 2006-06-07 at 09:26
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my friend James S. Velan who died this past December2005.
Jim was one of the greatest men I have ever been blessed
to have known, and privledged to have been ca
I know you are with me.....
You added so much color to my life and defined
true friendship to my daughter,
The sincerity and compassion were just
a few qualities you taught her.
Your personality lit up a room, your presence
brought a joy to all,
You gave me courage when things were tough
and my back was against the wall.
The respect and love we were shown
lives on within us today,
You were a good listener
my confidant,
you blessed my life everyday.
You left me with wonderful memories
in my heart I gently hold.
Nothing has greater value,
not even the finest piece of gold.
One evening you stopped by and I never seen
you again,
For the lord took you home
I deeply miss you my friend.
But every time I feel a breeze touching my skin
or I hear the birds outside singing so
beautifully,
I know Jim that you are still here,
as an angel loving me...
Jim-If you were my angel when you were alive, what then does that make you now...?
Poetry by Donna Lee Marie Balderama
Read 532 times
Written on 2006-06-07 at 09:26
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