June. 17 - Dec. 2, 1991
Dear Maria
Something special came into my life.
A baby so soft, so kind
Dear Maria, you touched my heart
Dear Maria, you will always be a part of my memories
Such a pretty little girl
A miracle to this world
With a smile on your face
it would be a happy day
Without a worry, life was okay
Dear Maria, there are tears in my eyes for you.
Dear Maria, I will always miss you
Pictures of you in my head
Wishing you would come back again
Some day I will see you again
Knowing my heart will soon mend
Dear Maria, I will miss you.
Dear Maria, may God bless you
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BABY IN THE SUMMER
She was brought into this world with a smile
She took me by surprise
When she took my glasses and poked me in the eye
She was much too young to make me cry
Baby in the summer
You came when the sun was warmer
But you left me when it got colder
Baby in the summer
Six months was all that you could stay
Even though I prayed that you would stay
I didn’t know anything I liked more
Then baby love
You didn’t know how to lie
Never to make my heart sore
Love like that is hard to find
There is no other love I will ever know
Baby in the summer
You came when the sun was high
But you left when the moon was low
Baby in the summer
Not enough time to test your life
But just enough to change mine
Baby in the summer
Was there another mother you had to find?
Baby in the summer
Was there another family you had to find?
If I had no more tears in my eyes
Will you still be a part of my life?
You will always be my
Baby in the summer
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Mariah was an extraordinary baby; she was always happy. Mariah was the daughter of a friend of mine. We had a falling out, and when I got back in touch with her, she was pregnant with Mariah. Then when we meet again and put the past behind us, Mariah came. When I would go home after work, on my way, I would stop to see Mariah. This poem means a lot to me; it was a time of change in my life. Every time I read it and the tears would swell in my eyes. It always makes me think of all the times I held her. There is nothing to describe the feeling of how special she was.
December 2000
Ten years later, I still think of her and what she would be like today. I remember the day that her mom called me; I don’t remember crying so hard. Years later, I would go out to an elderly home to read my poems. I would read poems that I thought the people would like, and one of them I chose was DEAR MARIAH. When I started reading the poem, I just started crying like it happened yesterday. I think about those days, and it leaves warmness in my heart.
©2010 Thomas Dooley
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