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I remember

The ocean waves were cold that day

You tip toed near then ran away,

Giggled like a child at play

Dancing through the misted spray.

I felt my heart just slip away

Yes I remember well.



We walked beneath the cloudless sky

Then raced a sail boat drifting by,

You stood and watched a heron fly

But turned with moisture in your eye

And asked, “Why do we have to die?”

Yes I remember well.



I’m sure it started on that day

You turned inside, just slipped away,

No longer does that child play

No dancing in the summer spray.

And I will never hear you say

“Yes I remember well.”



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