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In the fragile hands of my little girl who knows not the agony of my years nor realizes the joy she provides the balance her innocence brings she holds a picture framed in red oak figures in black and white posing beneath a gray tree which no longer provides shade on a hill no longer there she talks to them in almost silent whispers those who were gone before knowing her first breath those I miss so desperately she sets the picture back in it's place and for a moment looks achingly sad 'tell me about them Daddy' she says
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Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 8:55 AM UTC
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In the fragile hands of my little girl who knows not the agony of my years nor realizes the joy she provides the balance her innocence brings she holds a picture framed in red oak figures in black and white posing beneath a gray tree which no longer provides shade on a hill no longer there she talks to them in almost silent whispers those who were gone before knowing her first breath those I miss so desperately she sets the picture back in it's place and for a moment looks achingly sad 'tell me about them Daddy' she says
RoyDeckard
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Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 8:55 AM UTC
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