10-14-09
My cousins’ son, he died today,
He was four;
swung on a swing and prayed
grasshopper on my leg
try to take a picture
before he ran away
My cousins’ son, he died today,
Sang him little teapot;
In my arms;
One night;
Did not stop crying until
He saw his mothers’ light
Plant a garden of tulips and daffodils for future life
Sparrows sing sad songs, before flying far away
What do we say,
My cousins’ son, he was four
He died today.
In Memorial for Johalen
by Kristi Taggart
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