Hands Forever Silent
Lips forever pressed.
Today my sweet baby is laid
For Final rest.
Tho they all tell me
"In the end God knows best"
I just don't think they understand
How greatly I had been blessed
andthat when I say this pain
feels forever that I do not jest.
How I long to hold him tightly
while whispering
I LOVE YOU
Author Aunt Da-da
This poem was writen by Austen's Aunt Da_da
in memeroy of him. I read it at his funeral
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