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Luke

My little boy, all dressed in blue
Grew up in a world of peace,
But how I long to have him here,
to remove my pain and grief.
I never got to hold him
Or kiss his tender cheek,
I never got to nurse him
Nor cradle him to sleep.
I never sung a lullaby
To take away his fears,

Or kissed a little wounded knee
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S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 17 April 2015

Aw marvelous and sentimental so beautifully written. How did yor lil baby die? Ah u wrote such a touching teary poem, awesome in meter and rhyme scheme, it ought to cheer u up pal. Do write more here. Great to read frm u again poetess.

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