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" - I don’t know a thing about the first girl you loved, why you stopped loving her or why you still do. I don’t know how many millions of cells you are made of and if they have any idea they are part of something so beautiful and unimaginably perfect - "
-Lang Leav, Lullabies
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having or showing an excessive or submissive fondness for one’s wife.
[It’s true that we’re all hurting
and I know we need to cry
but don’t let your tears extinguish the flames
that faintly still illuminate your eyes]
while we mourn our fallen soldier
as he’s carried towards the skies
where he’s sure to be made a guardian angel
to watch us and to guide
us through the rough patches up ahead through sleepless nights and anxious days the present moments seem so dim but with the help of God, he’ll light our way
as we’re introduced to this new beginning
and forced to write this chapter
I’d like to think that the sunshine is his great big smile
and all the birdsong is his laughter
soon the clouds are bound to brighten and the fog will surely lift
and we’ll celebrate his life
He truly was a precious gift
to all of those fortunate enough to know him
and his twisted, charming wit
there never was a dull moment
he always made sure of it
Gone too young, before his time
a gentle giant with a heart of gold
he possessed a kindness so apparent
and a humor sometimes bold
but for now is not forever
Although it surely feels that way
And though our heartstrings may feel severed
I think it’s safe to say
when God called home another angel we lost a brother, friend and son
but in our hearts and minds we promise his memory shall always live on.
Rest In Peace, Hussein Abou-Abbas
May 28, 1996 – January 23, 2014
Girls that smoke are sexier than most
The ones who aren’t afraid of a midnight toke
The ones who will hit the bong
And rap with you to your favorite song
The chick you hang with on a sunny day
And just share that dank ass j
Not the stuck up cunt
Who talks shit in class
The one that rolls blunts
And knows how to puff and pass so this poems to the girls that like that sticky weed
Because they are the best women indeed.
Awwh, this is so sweet!
Coming Home In The Flag:
He holds her tight
He kisses her cheek
They both pull away as he’s called to leave
As the plane takes of
He waves farewell
She wishes him luck, she wishes him well
She’s at home
She cries when the kids are at school and she’s sure she’s alone
And praying each day
Asking God to watch over him and keep him safe
Frequent letters exchanged
About the week’s events
Until one arrives that’s not like the rest
The letter’s in her hands
But she’s too afraid to read
Terrified of the news it might bring
She reads, “…another one dead…”
There was no time for goodbye
She falls to her knees, and asks aloud, “Why?”
The kids know something’s wrong
And run to comfort their mom
She’s not sure how to tell them that their dad’s not coming home
Another one down
Why did he have to go?
Add one to the tally of brave lost souls
The coffin comes home
Wrapped proud in the flag
She receives his possessions in a camouflage bag
The funeral’s held
The eulogy read
Songs are sung, prayers silently said
She closes her eyes
As the bagpiper plays
Tries to call to mind memories of happier days
The coffin’s lowered six feet
Then it’s covered with dirt
But nothing could ever conceal her hurt
A broken heart
She wishes to go back to the start
When he’d kiss her cheek
When he’d hold her tight
When she knew he’d be coming home safe at night
Now darkness comes, but he doesn’t
And she cannot lull sleep
She turns her head, begins to weep
Hello to nightmares,
Goodbye sweet dreams
Nothing is ever quite as it seems
(Though there is an exception,
Forever this fact shall remain:
War served little purpose, and causes great pain.)
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