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I found a faded photograph of you,

in holding it, my hand began to shake.

I soon recalled the happiness we knew -

and had myself a cry for old time's sake.

I thought of running close along the beach

and jumping waves while we were hand in hand.

Alas those special times are out of reach -

they've faded like our castle in the sand.

We thought our day to part would never be -

we were too busy laughing, having fun.

I think back now, I wish it had been me -

no father should outlive his only son.

I found your faded picture in a drawer -

your soul immortalized upon that shore.

Bryon D. Howell (ctsfinestpoet@yahoo.com)

7th March, 2007

Poems by Bryon D. Howell:

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