My little one, I called you home,
But you decided you would roam,
To walk the edge of precipices,
Reach down in holes of cockatrices,
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I wish you peace abound dear friend as this is the second of the works written by you that I've read and your agony screams out from each line. I've been the parent and the little one and I pray that your grief is lifted from you. Astounding writing. Be Well N8 (Nate)
Seems like this poem had to be written (or your heart would be spliten - in two) . Writen with deep emotion and love. Well said.
very very touching............