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A Little Girl

A Little Girl

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This poem focuses on my youngest daughter that died, Dallis Leigh Burleson. NOTE: There were times that to survive I pretended that only 1 family member had been killed and I grieved for that person
This poem focuses on my youngest daughter that died, Dallis Leigh Burleson. NOTE: There were times that to survive I pretended that only 1 family member had been killed and I grieved for that person

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Published by: thomas_burleson on Sep 02, 2010
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A Little Girl My little girl’s whisper fills the air, I can hear her……. softly singing…..

if I close my eyes, I see her gently dancing. I remember not long ago, sounds of laughter filled my house with silly songs, with tunes to hum & brought dancing to the idle hours. Now, it's only in my heart that I hear Dallis’ voice and only in my mind’s eye that I see the dancing of her soul. They say she's in a better place.... I do not care. One day I will. I wonder if she dances still. I wonder if the songs she sings melt the heart of the Jesus? I will never forget my dancing little princess, the one who with the music off, could imagine any melody and bring sweet smiles with her voice. Even though she was very small, the love she carried was, oh, so large, and in her laughter and her smile, was the gift of loving life that she gave to all. One day, maybe, it will make sense Why the music here had to stop, or will it??? I wonder… maybe it hasn't stopped at all,

because....

A child's whisper fills the air, I can hear her, softly singing and if I close my eyes, I see her gently dancing.

TB

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