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A tribute to my grandson.

As I
looked across the
great expanse of time.

Clouds
gathered, the
wind whispered his name

DUSTEN DUSTEN

The air
became misty
angels were crying.

Suddenly I
heard soft voices
singing in the distance.

A song of
welcome, welcome
home, DUSTEN, welcome home.

Dusten
was on his way,
then realizing I must

release
him for his
heavenly journey.

Let his
spirit soar
as a bird in flight.

I bowed
my heart silently
gave him to the wind.

To be
carried in
the arms of angels.
Home, home at last.

copyright by heather burns