Tomorrow would be his day
a big day
number Two
Birthday Hooray
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running, talking
fumbling too
over big feet
tying his shoe
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We remember
for our friend
this day of days
where we send
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Our love our support
a hug or two
this dear little boy
an angel who flew
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Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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Such a beautiful and sad poem…unimaginable pain.
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Thanks Charles – I can’t imagine the pain but sometimes the tears aid in healing
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beautifully written…endearingly sad…can not imagine losing a little one.
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awe wow, sad theme today, full of sadness 😦
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