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I remember you in your blue suit,

three years old with sad brown eyes,

blond hair with a cowlick over on eye.

 

Christmas trees, and Santa Claus,

rocking horse, red wagon and laugter.

I remember that laughter, raucous,

a mirror of my own.

 

I remember that last day.

You told your wife you wanted to go home.

For the life of a child, I remember.

 

~ On behalf of my mother who wrote this poem for my brother who is no longer with us. ~

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