April TwelveA Poem by itaiIt is like remembering just how painful it was to let her go. Except this time i just have to close my eyes and grit my teeth just as she did in her final moment. I am holding the hand of the one i am with, I am not afraid, this is it! All things happen within. Life is no accident that God stumbled upon inside His head; Its His Thought. It's His Seed, It's our Bread. April Showers
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