Tuesday, December 13, 2011

They are old now
Once I was a child in their arms
One was gentle
My father was strong
That's what I'll always be from the day they are gone
One memory gentle, the other strong

I'll see if she remembers me. The photos have faded. I wonder if she is gone. There is no way of knowing if she remembers me, or if she has photos that have faded in time.

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