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klm Member
since 2004-09-07
Posts 58New Orleans, Atlanta |
He was crying when I saw him-- his little legs dangling over the edge of the bench, his little hands wiping away the precious tears. "What's wrong sweet child?" I softly asked him. His tear-drenched ruby lips replied, "I left my teddy bear in the court house, and when mommy went to get him, he was gone. You think baby Jesus will love him too?" When I realized what he meant I dabbed my own tears and said, "Yes, and He'll hug him just like this." With his little shoulder nudging toward his ear he asked, "You think He'll hug my daddy too?" As pain swirled through my heart I said, "Yes, just like you hugged me." We talked until he heard her call. The true poet writes to express, not impress. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
oh wow I'm speechless here wonderful, heartfelt, touching write |
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