Red Henry...

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Oh, my God!
My son...
Still so far.

How we wait
When again we meet
Open these arms.

Daily prayer
Midnight cries
Yesterday's echos.

Reflect myself
Carry forth
Your struggle flees.

Today...
Every day
Your birth falls into view.

You cast the water
My baptism as such
Forever shall I remember.
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