A Tender Heart
A tenderness only he can explain,
Fluid like the rivers that filled his heart.
A free spirit, yet family played a constant role.
Kicking back while the rays playfully washed away worry.
Living in the moment, he never took tomorrow for granted.
Through rain or shine, he will be remembered daily.
Father, we miss you greatly, this is not an end, but a new beginning.
Copyright © Sara Ajemyan | Year Posted 2018
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