Sunday, May 6, 2007


Sand has passed,
Threw the hour glass.
People have come,
Friends have gone.
But love for a child,
Not even your own.
Will always thrive,
And always grow.

You had a child,
Of different blood.
You took him in,
As your son.
You made him your brother,
Would except no other.

Right now you are sad,
But you can be glad.
For though you are apart,
He will always be in your heart.

Sindi C.

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