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by Colm Jul 22, 2014 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
I walked you home, one last time, we stopped at the gate. I remembered the tennis games we set up in summer in the yard. And on down the road where we cycled to school, where you crashed in the ditch when Murphy's dog chased us. In no time at all we were at the church. It seemed as though I was listening to myself listening to the prayers and hymns. Carrying you out was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. There was handshakes and stories, a meal and prayers and drinks. But when I got home there wasn't you.** Written for Baby Rainbows club battle challenge http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/discussion/topic.html?topic_id=143113
by Britt
This is heartbreakingly beautiful.