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 Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 12:31 pm
The day i get that fateful call
will be the last time i will hear
about you at all
i sat there crying
taking it all in
just thinking how and when
i closed my eyes
just to realize
what they have done
what have they done to my son
i remember him saying
''i will come home''
and i will never be alone
i blame them
for what they did to him
in my mind i hear the groans
and the painful moans
my son will never come back
into my arms
i opened my eyes
hearing the cries
i watched them
as they buried him
with a cross overhead
just to realize my son is actually dead
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 4:28 pm
A sad and touching poem, I could feel the sadness emerging from your words, I think you did a great job
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