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Christopher

I’ll tattoo your name across my flesh And let the light Penetrate the symbols of who you are I was raised up by a soldier A warrior, a poet Who taught me to support the weight of the label they gave you To be the branch that does not bough with the load I won’t forget to remember the brilliance Grief is released to soar Across carefree innocence Green with youth fading into pastels Fading into memory

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 5/8/2016 5:05:00 PM
So sorry Janet, for your heartfelt loss. I send you my condolescence....
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Date: 8/25/2015 12:13:00 PM
I can only begin to imagine how difficult it was been for you over the years before and after your sons death. Many years ago one of my work colleagues had a sister with this condition and her parents had to watch the child round the clock on a rota basis:-( hugs jan xx
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Janet Lorenzo
Date: 9/12/2015 11:42:00 AM
yes, it's a beast of a disorder. thanks for reading and commenting!