Penny Chesek

Rookie (10/11/1955 / Jersey City, New Jersey)

The Last Fight - Poem by Penny Chesek

The time is here, when the end has come,
And now I've lost my Beatiful Son,
He fought to the end, and gave it his all,
And Lord knows he stood very proud and tall,
His face is a image, held deep in my heart,
And although he's gone, we'll never be apart,
My writting is over, this is the last one,
As I did all my poems, for my Beautiful Son,

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 17, 2008

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