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As Christmas once again draws near, the wound is fierce today; the cavern in my heart cries out where once my baby lay. He lived eight years of infancy, with wide-eyed trusting gaze; he gifted me with smiles to keep, and sweetly quiet ways. He could not speak a single word, this frail son of mine; but oh how rare his innocence, how rich our precious time. Our treasured years are over now; the grief is hard to bear. I needed peace in his dear face ... and he - my loving care. In Heaven we will meet again and he’ll be whole and well; for all eternity we’ll know more joy than tongue can tell. But little one, my darling son if only you could see the lights you loved shine bright again around our Christmas tree.
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