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Nov 2018
A boy eagerly looks up
Waving happily at the sky
Holding his favorite cup
Made by daddy who went by.

Clouds shaped a father
Of whom he’d never met
Mother said it was cancer
Dad left as he lost the bet.

He was so young then
Did not understand death
Father named him Stephen
Mother said it meant wreath.

For he shall be soft spoken
Yet firm and a brave human
His family the first concern
Grow healthy and a gentleman.
Joie Yin
Joie Yin
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Joie Yin  29/F/Malaysia
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