Relief a Call
Relief – A call
Supper has passed – not eaten – because of a call
my Daughter Melanie, made, that would end it all,
all that, the above rhyme, was created on.
It is now over – the pain – she made it, it’s all gone.
A happier man, now am I
I can now see a bluer sky !
Not lost, in a bluer I
B. J. “A” 2
June 3rd 2004
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