Little Boy, Yoda-style, My Wise, Little Old Man |
Soft murmurings that you joyf’ly make.
You lithely dance on agile feet;
Up-curled to nap in sunlight’s heat.
So stoic you gaze through windowsill
To ponder all life’s mysteries – still.
Solace to me you often give
When lonely, life has been to live.
With Love from Your mommy,
RIP Little Boy
June 1992 to February 1, 2010
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