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HE WAS
This is the most hardest poem I have wrote,
even though Ben died four years ago.
dedicated to Ben my nephew who
die at the young age of Two.
To you with love Ben.
A beautiful baby boy
An emotion full of love,
An angle set from heaven,
From our god above.
A joy to be around,
A pleasure to share with life,
His giggles and his smile,
He was all our life.
A twin she was his sister,
Together in cotes they lay,
As they started growing,
Fun to see them play.
Then the doctors told,
Our boy he was so I’ll,
There was no cure for us,
He should not even feel.
Behold our gorgeous baby,
Our son who will never grow,
His body Oh so wobbly,
He did not even now.
Two years he lived before he died,
He slowly past away,
We would give almost any thing,
To have him, back again.
So now we look up to the sky,
And when a rainbow comes,
We say hello to our son Ben,
Who sent it home for mum.
By B Kingsford Copy Write 2,004
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