My Angel Dee


I miss you so much 
I keep reaching for your hand to touch,
Hundreds came to pour out their love
and embrace who's left with their tightest hug,
Harder and harder they squeeze 
trying to hold on to dear Denise
whose heart they say was the kindest
and whose smile seemed to remind us
how much we were loved and appreciated
now she is gone and we're devastated,
Her kindest heart was dealt the cruelest hand
and for that I can't understand why
as I cry and cry until the well runs dry
and fills up again to pour down like rain
on an empty street where I feel left alone
until I hear her laugh when I'm called back home.

Denise Ann DeBobes (1970 - 2018).

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