When I sit Alone
by Susan Smith
I think of you often Amanda.
When I sit alone as I often do.
I pray that there are often times
you're sitting with me.
When I am crying and don't understand,
I hope that you're wipping my tears.
Hold my hand and walk with me.
Let me know that everyting will be alright.
You were always thoughtfull,
generous and true.
You always cared for others,
as it always showed.
I will always remember,
your kindness toward me.
Thank you for brightening my
world with all the small things
you've done for me.
The happiness of your friendship
The kindness in your words
The gentleness of how you've touched my life
Those are my thoughts of you
when I sit alone.
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