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It was snowing today and I thought of you-
Saw you standing out there like you used to do, But my mind was playing an awful trick, And it wasn’t to you I watched the snowflakes stick. I keep telling myself the good days are gone I keep on saying that thinking good thoughts is wrong Because you’ll never see another snowy day You’ll never get the chance to run around and play. You were my life and I hope you know How much it hurts inside I won’t watch you grow, Grow up to be that big strong man, I wonder—is this God’s plan? I hear your laugh through the kitchen door I hear you begging “Mommy, please one more, Just one more kiss after story time, Just one more whisper of ‘you are mine.’” I would kiss you if you were here, my child But you’ve been gone for quite a while But no matter how much has passed in time, You will always, forever, just be mine. A love like this will never cease, Even with such a missing piece I try and take comfort that we’ll meet one day, Up in Heaven, but it’s so far away. It was snowing today and I thought of you- Standing out there like you used to do And though my mind played an awful trick, I know it’s angels like you who make the snowflakes stick.
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