Saturday 10th February

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I often wonder

A little too much

On who you’d become

The lives you’d touch

With your exuberance

And love and such

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And yet I ponder

All the “What if’s”

“Why” and “Maybe’s”

The lifestyle shifts

Plans to grow older

Still so many gifts

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I cannot but

Imagine and think

If things didn’t end

In the swiftest blink

That left me hanging

Pushed to the brink

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Where would we be?

That’s just something

I can only dream

And out of nothing

I’ll picture you

My sweet pumpkin

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Beloved Angel son

xxxxxx