Children can be the best of medicine. They can offer great wisdom and insight. Perhaps because they are not bogged down with with unnecessaries. And thus here is a small excerpt of what I read yesterday at my grandmother's memorial service, a poem inspired by the innocence of my little boy.
You are not gone
When I look inside my mind
I still see you there
Alive and strong
Loving and kind
Forever and ever
For so long
Sunday, December 30, 2007
A poem to grandma (an excerpt)
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