saturday morning contusion©

It's saturday again
soon he'd be running errands....
till who knows when,
i miss him snapping on his fanny pack
and all the goodies he brought back.
Of course there'd always be a surprise
that he'd present to my eyes,
he was so proud when he'd show me
that's just 1 precious mem'ry of many.
Oh how it severely bruises my heart
when all the memories at once start,
they're always there and tho beautiful
they also cause pain i can't ever control.
Christmas will be here all too soon
so cute bringing down his gifts....
that he wrapped in another room,
he'd say this 1 must be opened last
oh christmas please be over fast.
The best gift not under the tree at all
twas most beautiful standing 6' tall,
everyday i thank God above....
for giving me the greatest gift every day
of my precious Faron's Love!
(a gem i'll treasure 4ever in every way)
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