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TROUBLED THOUGHTS PAGE23
An angel who came from a little seed! In loving memory of our son Ryan Izaic Arellano 6-6-2003 to 9-22-2006
As I look at your face
I see those magical eyes
that tell me wake up and
realize you and I were
meant to be it is written in
the heavens, the stars and all
through the seas.
Our true love will be remembered
now and from a far, for those who wish
to know there is only one place to go
look deep, look hard, pierce your eternal soul
for only there will you begin to be aware that
without two there is no pair only despair
A pair indeed is exactly what we need
to make sweet love and plant our seed
Give it our love and watch it will succeed
if you and I truly believe in Gods warm full sunshine
breeze so it may grow so beautifully and
spread many more seeds
so baby you and I will always be
Without faith in God you and I would have
never met our son an angel whom God sent
to us through a little seed....
Written by: Ramiro Arellano Sr.
What or who inspired you to write this poem?
My inspiration my son Ryan, my wife and our other 3 boys.
Come from trying so hard everyday to keep our family from falling apart.
That as I began to write this poem I realized that as long as we love each other
now like we did then, our family will be strong no matter what and nothing can tear us apart!
AGUSTINA GARZA ARELLANO (COPYWRITE 2011)
troubled though links
- Troubled Thoughts page21
This is a poem about my life as poor boy needing the help of others. We all need a little help to get us on our right path of life. Some of us put that help to proper use others just miss use that help.
- Why donate a poem to my book Troubled Thoughts?
I'm writing my book in remembrance of those who have touched us deeply! It is dedicated in loving memory of my son Ryan Izaic Arellano and many more special loved ones. My son had been attended by great doctors at this children's hospita
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