The days fly by and the months have wings.
The years roll around and our memories bring
old times to mind when children played
in a nearby pond, and memory stayed
instead of dancing just on the edge
like whispy wraiths on a craggy ledge.
I may not recall each small detail,
but this I know, you will not fail
to always be there on my mind,
loved and loving, dear and kind,
a gift from God, a lot of fun...
You are unforgettable.. my youngest son!
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