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Saturday

The grass still grows, the tree tops calmy sway

While dawn's dull light soothes away the darkness.

You are not here; your life now ebbed away

And all that I can see is emptiness.

I thought that you would always be by me,

The stronger one, to stop me running wild

But now I am alone I have to see

That time has passed for thinking like a child.

Yet I recall you said that childlike thought

Was closer to the truth than adult ways

And openness to all the world has taught

Would bring enlightenment to final days.

          But how I miss your voice, your laugh, your love

          And would not trade them in for heaven above.

Brian Hick 2011

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