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Jun 2015
We hold them close,
As we give them life.
With the first breath of air,
And the scream of pain.

Then they grow up,
And oh so proud.
Looking to see how high
They can reach in the sky.

Along the way they find their path,
But you seem to be left behind.
Looking to see how far they reached,
As they waved goodbye.
For a friend
Willard Wells
Written by
Willard Wells  Sacramento, CA. USA
(Sacramento, CA. USA)   
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