This regrettable, but necessry act of Parental ardor
Was all I could get you for the day of your birth;
It may go without saying, but this travesty provides me no mirth,
As each day without you in my world, is harder and harder
To bear-in fact, as time passes, my fortitude grows-
Though still, when I shall see you next, no one knows,
But God Himself-as this has been Pre-determined,
To both give me strength, and to send
A message to the world, as a whole:
No one should have to bear what THEY stole
From both of us on Veterans' Day,2007!
Heavenly Father works Miracles every day, from Heaven-
So, who knows, perhaps I will see you tomorrow,
But, until that Glorious Day though, we shall dwell in sorrow!
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