This is very personal, it's inspiration is from moving my church. My parents are missionaries and whenever we move to another church I sometimes loose friends and it's hard. We spent nine years in this community and church and this Sunday is our last Sunday I just want to say goodbye in my own way. I've shed quite a few tears already but God will build his church so we must be strong.
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I don't want to let go,
I can feel you shaking
I'm trying not to shake myself.
Goodbyes are hard
So why not just a see you later?
I'll miss your smiles
and all the laughs
Our silly dance moves
And choir rehearsal
Going to buy kenkey and fried rice.
Outreach and our dusty sandals.
Sharing rooms at camp.
Oh I'll miss it all.
Not seeing you every Sunday will be new and difficult.
Phone calls and texts will have to do
Till we can meet again.
I shouldn't cry
I should be happy
Our beliefs unite us.
I know I will see you again
But the tears don't stop
Neither can the heartache
I'm trying to look strong
But on the inside I'm breaking.
What hurts the most
Is how you say you'll miss me
When some of you will forget
The sleepless nights and tears
Borrowed clothes,and all the hugs
But I won't ,
I'll remember for you
And even one day when you act like you don't know me.
I'll not be angry
Because the past you was my friend.
Despite all this hurting
I look forward to your increase
And that you will do well
I pray only for you wellbeing
And if we never meet again
You will be in my heart forever.
For many think I lie when I say this.
When I make a friend I make one forever.
It is not a lie it is a promise,
Some of you have broken my heart
But I forgive.
For the lies,the mistrust ,the backstabbing,the gossip
I leave with good faith
And I hope you are happy.
Maybe you'll come looking for me.
I can only hope.
To those you have been comrades and war heroes.
I say thank you.
To seniors and advisors,
I am grateful
to all those who helped me grow
I say thank you again.
May the good Lord soothe your hearts pain.
I saved you for last,
My dear friend.
Jo,
You've been a blessing.
I know this friendship won't die.
But I'll be hard not seeing you
Already boarding school makes that hard.
But we will meet again
And it will be like not even a day has passed
We will laugh and talk as we always have
Smile politely when we are mistaken for twins.
Stuff out mouths with sweets and argue for ages.
I'll give you advice and you'll encourage me.
We'll dance when no one is watching
I will be there and so will you
I will miss you dear friend,
I already miss you.
And all my other precious friends.
May God be with you till we meet again.
For all the friends,foes and acquaintances I have met since I was nine years old in Abeka Main, Emmanuel Cathedral, The Mega Church.
You will be missed.
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Ps: And I mean it when I say,when I make a friend,you're my friend for life.
Ann's 💜
