Depiction of My Late Son
The colour of your skin
Was almost dark and with sheen
it is sad of your death
For your colour will no longer be Seen
Your hair was jet black
your fingers long and slender
Your eyes were hazel green
And they will no longer be seen
Your laughter was so cheerful
You passing was so tearful
Wish you’re here
To hold you oh so dear
Your heart was full of gold
It did not get old
Because of you
Being ever so brave and bold
Written by mjm 2000
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