Sorry for not having a bad joke today, but I’m feeling a bit contemplative as today is Little Quinn’s birthday. He should be turning twelve. Alas, he is not.
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the pain is practically unimaginable
I lost a nephew to the same disease at the same age. Something for you
Angels are frozen in time
a vision carried forever
lives painted by struggle
shared as hearts remember
sorrow paints a picture
that hides what is beneath the canvass
hidden sometimes not seen
leaving us to struggle through the blackness
wipe the canvass clean
to behold a portrait
of true human perfection