Ripped away
Tiny feet, hands, toes
Skin so soft, sparkling eyes
Ripped away
Holding you, kissing you, rocking you
Reading books, singing songs
Dancing, learning,
teaching each other about life
Ripped away
Sorry I couldn't save you
Saddened I'll never see you grow
My dear sweet, beautiful, little flower
Ripped away
My heart
My soul
— Brent Conklin, Dec. 13, 2008
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Beautiful Brent.
This is so beautiful, Brent. You and Jennifer are both wonderful writers, and it's good that you have that as an outlet.
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