Love of life, and cherry tree, please protect my baby sister, Kelly Marie Melia, of
Who has a broken heart, who lost her best friend, who lost her boyfriend, who lost her trust in all she had, who was born 3 years after me.
Love of life, and evergreen, protect her from her ex boyfriend, his dilerious mother who calls mine with imaginary stories, Eddie, a man who is only in it for one thing, Dan who seems to think her pants are mirrors.
Love Of life, and dandelion, protect her from the rumors of her insanity, the lies of her misfortune, the friends who didn’t mean what they said, the kisses and lies behind her back, and the midgets who stole her money.
Love of life, and cotton wood tree, protect her from the lose of a tire on her Red Grand Prix on the expressway, the harassment of Illinois State coppers, the pink tickets that irk her, the marijuana that grows in her closet, the cigarettes that seem to beg for her company, and the grades that seem to crawl underneath her pillow and scream at her.
Let the love of life protect Kelly Marie Melia’s puppy, Dizzy. Who plays with the imaginary butterflies in every room.
Let the love of life and oleanders protect their daily walks from drive way start to drive way end, never once stopping in the middle to research the butterflies. For they are no where near as entertaining as in the beginning as they are at the end.
Let the love of life entertain her while she checks the ins and outs of pool filters while keeping a small faint polite smile on her face.
May the love of life never lead her towards the
Let the love of life and violet allows her to eat grilled cheese with her philanges and femurs.
Let the love of life, the squirrels, baby bears, and rattle snakes from Texas, bunnies, and possums stand hand in hand and surround her in her time of need, while she east ramen noodles.
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