A Song to My Guardian Angel, Robert Allen Goodrich Valderrama [ink book reader .txt] 📗

A SONG TO MY GUARDIAN ANGEL

ROBERT ALLEN GOODRICH VALDERRAMA

PANAMA

2012.


IN MEMORY OF CECILIA R. GALLARDO VALDERRAMA

Who was born on November 17, 1926
and died in my arms a March 19, 1999.


My grandmother, my angel.
for my mother.


Oh, my darling, my darling!
agonized with your agony
and with your death I died.
In this way you wanted,
is to be without you be without me!
(Poem: more me than I myself,
Amado Nervo).


OFFERTORY

I offer you my soul and my body
my heart if necessary
for these verses come to her.

She was a second mother to me
and who is now my guardian angel.


"THIS BOOK << >>

This book is not mine
is yours and nothing else.

You're the hero
of this endless story.

This book is not mine
is yours and nothing else.

IF I COULD STOP THE TIME!

If I could see you again
and roll back time.

Share those moments with you
as if you had never gone.

And die of longing to see you again
and time to stop.

- If I could stop time! -

"CONSUME ME THE AGONY << >>

For remember your face
and those moments do not come back.

Remember your eyes and the brightness of the same
You smile and tips
That and I will not ever hear.

I consume the agony
To know that you're not.

LOOKING

I'm looking to see you again
and I feel that I die because you're not.

And even if you're my angel.

And I take care of my path and candles
I'm still looking as before, as always:

- In those photos of a happy past -

EMERGENCE

That night he appeared in dreams your face and talk again as if you had not gone before, remembering those times lived happiness that filled my life and where love prevailed in every step of our roads.
And believe me crazy but, I am sure that you talk yesterday if only in dreams that I'm sure.

BLESSED

Blessed,
her grandmother who have
and the death of his side has not carried the!

Blessed,
those who have everything but sadly
not appreciate.!

What!

Who cares what others say
I'll still love you even after death!

IMPOTENCE

I feel helpless because you're not, why do not I have.

I feel helpless because I miss you every day.

I feel helpless for your memories haunt me.

I feel helpless because when watching your photos a tear is shed.

I feel helpless because of death could not save.

I felt powerless night that my arms felt your last breath.

That's enough

With your face look even in photos.

To keep your memory in my soul, my mind and heart.

That's enough to be happy.

HOPE

Lord, do not lose hope
to see her again.

Although it was a moment.

But I am sure that one day
that in heaven we will be infinite
reborn and love that has never died.

MOURN?? WHY!

Mourn?? Why
Yes me always.

Mourn?? Why!

A SONG TO MY GUARDIAN ANGEL

I want to write some verses to me guardian angel
a poem of love, a song that reaches the sky.

I want to drop you a line to fly with the wind
and even get it for your eyes to look at them.

I want to write to that angel who watches my way
and that is always with me through thick and thin.

I want to write a song to this wonderful angel
That brave woman who died in my arms and let me empty.

I want to write a song that my second mother:

- My grandmother who is in heaven -

GOOD LOVE

Ours was a sincere love
More than a grandmother was a mother
A friend and a colleague.

Together we were up and down
So much so that death caught us together.

That was good love
From a grandmother to her grandson
a grandson and his grandmother.


In My Arms


My grandmother "Tita"
To his memory.

I had you in my arms
And I lost.

I still remember that night
when the stars went out forever
and the moon stopped shining.

You breath slowly faded
and that kind heart stopped beating
and with that heart that was, took my soul and my whole being.

That terrible night in March
I remember very well suffered
All night you complained but the doctor did not want to go.

Maybe because you knew or did you want
At home to die.

Who knew that my arms your body will gradually move away
and that heart would stop beating.

After you left I felt alone, very alone
Loneliness took over my being and the hatred of my thoughts.

Everyone hated even take God by my side
But in the end, the very end of the road, I reflected that dark tunnel.

My mother at that time was also the hospital
What things have life, when you have to suffer, it's your turn.

At the end seals wounds time
But the memories remain, memories, life experiences
and photos of the happy and sad moments together holding hands we played live.

Who knew it would be in my arms
Let the past go touch with God.

INDEX:
- Offertory
- This Book
- If you could stop time
- I eat the agony
- Searching
- The appearance
- Blessed
- Who cares
- Impotence
- That's enough for me
- Hope
- Mourn, Why
- A Song to my Guardian Angel
- Good Love
- In My Arms

Author Bio:

Robert Allen Goodrich Valderrama was born on September 25, 1980 in Panama, Republic of Panama, Panamanian mother and an American father grew up in Panama country where he trained as a writer and lover of literature. He studied communications more race left before complete our labors for health. Blogger, poet and writer enjoys writing literary analysis, reviews, poems, stories and essays. Former member of the Writers' Union Hispano (UHE) based in Peru, where he was "Director of Youth World," also was a correspondent and literary advisor in Panama by Marcela magazine based in Israel, General Manager Group in Panama Journal of Marcela, Panamanian Movement Manager in the Venezuelan Society of International Art (SVAI) based in Venezuela, Distinguished Poet of Poets Magic Castle based in Peru, Feather Honor poetic universe of Jesus Quintana, "Golden Flower "by the Coquimbo Writers Network (ECN), winner of the Silver Musa for his poem:" The fruit of the trees "in the UHE, among other awards and recognitions. His poems have been published in the following anthologies:
-I Participants Poems Poetry Prize Blog August Moon 2011-2012, Spain; poem "Burning Rain".
Girapoema V-2012 edition with a poem: "The fruit of love."
- "A look south 2012", Argentina with his poem: "Been to Panama."
-Coming in anthologies: 1,000 Poems of Miguel Hernandez, 1,001 Poems Andres Eloy Blanco, Alfonsina and the Sea and the Anthology of REC (all still in preparation).
She has published an eBook of Poems in Poems of Soul Anthologies of poems published between 2011-2012, Argentina.
Besides his publications have been published in major media such as: Venezuelan newspaper El Panama, Panama's La Prensa newspaper, Monografías.com, Calaméo, Good Tareas.com, among others.

Publication Date: 10-18-2012

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Dedication:
To my angel my grandmother and to my mother.