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An adopted relative to love and know:
Memories flash, pictures in snippet scenes,
Of laughter, love, and imminent glee.
They flow below a row of clouds,
A river flowing in, not out,
Lingering in the back of mind,
Grieving for a jubilant life.
Kind and sharp as a bladed stick,
Sure to float towards a heavenly abyss,
Lifted from all suffering,
A solid man offered to a child with nothing.
26-30, F
