Memory #1

I was rifling thru some old writings and junk and I came across a little black book with some poetry and sketches that I keep. In it I found some poetry that was from 2005 that my son Adrian (who was 9 at the time) wrote.  I remember, we would sometimes play this poetry word game. And, at the time, he was into writing these fun little fiction books and on occasion some poetry. 

Here’s the first one-

Dreams in praise are

Comfort upon tears

Their eyes and soul

Inscribed in love.

AJK- 10/4/05

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