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His early dreams snatched
His early desires burned
An unexpected day became
and the tables turned
Only two years old
young and bold
a night turned cold
A bullet to his skull
rushed to the E.R
... We wondered and waited
till the news we received our colors of life just faded
Our days turned dull
When your baby giggles weren't near for us to hear no more
when you would play goofy everyday....
God injected Faith in our hearts as a powerful force
to give you a little ounce of life once more
For us to fight with you through this painful course
Before God lifted your soul to crawl in Gold roads
If Papa was a little older he'd say
"Don't cry for me, don't let this sadness be, just continue happy and let the past be"
Only two years of age and gone
Heaven is his new stage upon
Crowned with a bright halo
God decided it's time to take a new angel
Our spirits are now embraced by your love of touch
Yes we miss you much
and to this day we still feel your squeeze against our hands
as your body "Plays In Paradise" beyond these lands
-Poet
-A dedication to Hiram L. Larence, Jr.
aka "Papa"
12/28/2009-12/09/11