I write kodie stories mostly everyday,
about how we use to sit and play,
i think about him all the time,
i sit around and try and rhyme,
i say my little buddy,
is no longer playing out side getting muddy,
his little smiles,
all the long walked many miles,
his little jokes,
all never once lit up to smoke,
busted chin,
so little and thin,
bright blue eyes,
bright as the midday sky,
all about kodie how he was.
