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Dream of HunterCareful not to wake him,I tiptoe to his crib. He sleeps peacefully. Holding him gently, he fills my empty heart. Looking upon him, I begin to hum. Twinkle, twinkle little star... An alarm sounds in the distance. A tear comes to my eye. How I wonder what you are... Up above the world so high... The alarm pulls sleep from me. Reluctantly, I place him in his crib. I whisper as I leave the room, "Tomorrow, we will go to the park." Tears run down my face. Waking, I face another day... Without my son. by Tom Johnson In Loving Memory of Hunter Michael Johnson |
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