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Little Junnie Fay

Across the valley, near the top of a
wind swept slop, stands a gray hair
old man of seventy, trying to cope.

He places a bouquet of yellow
flowers on the tiny stone.

Tears that had been held back for years,
flooded down his face as he bent on one
knee and read the faded script on the
small head stone:

"Little Junnie Fay"
    1933-1936

He wrestles with thoughts from a time long passed.
He wishes he could remember her tender face at last.
But when the Angels took her away, he was only three
years old.

She is his twin sister…
God bless her little soul.


Jackie Ray Kays

Copyright…2002



 





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