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Remembering
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Julie Day
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Sex And The Country
Stirring Up The Dust
Letter to My Younger Self
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Issue Eleven: Play
Issue Twelve: Synchronicity
A Child's Light
A
child is born on a cold winter night
Full of wonder and laughter, Innocence and light.
The first time the parents lay eyes on their child
Overwhelmed with pure love,
Leaves the parents beguiled
The baby grows quickly into a boy
Much to the parent's surprise
Everything once mundane and the same
Somehow is different through innocent eyes
It doesn't take long from a boy to a man
It seems like just over night
The life of their child now out of their hands
They hope that they've raised their son right.
From the sidelines they watch
As their star tackles life,
Until the day comes that their son takes a wife.
It wouldn't be long until it's his turn,
To worry and wonder, to watch and to learn.
Did they give him all of the tools he'll need?
To be a good man, a good dad, to succeed.
Now as they watch their boy with his son It is
then
that they realized what they had done.
and it wasn't getting the best toys for their son.
It wasn't the tools, or rules that they taught.
It wasn't the bikes or the games that they bought.
It was the way that they held him when he was sad.
It was the way they still hugged him when they were mad.
It was the smile they gave when they boasted with pride.
It was the way that they always stayed close to his side.
It was the way that they'd guide him each step of the way.
It was the way that they always would make time to play.
It was the way that dad helped him to oil his glove.
It was the way that each day they showed him to LOVE!
Now as their son cradles his child,
They knew they should no longer fret.
Proudly he turns to them with a smile
and says, "Thank you, I'll never forget!"
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