To the heavens: hear my plea
To the clouds: please bring comfort
To the Sun: please lighten us all…
There, really high above in the skies
Lives a man I barely knew
But this man was one to hold dear
Even now, I see his pictures and I cry
For all the things I couldn’t do:
Take his hand for a walk
Even smile at his silly joke
Not even hug him near my heart
So much grief, oh no…
To the heavens, please hear my call
Talk to this man, this son of yours
Let him know that he is not yet forgotten
Tell him we will not forget him ever…
April 28,2008
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