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Set Forth on Your Journey
Walk with me child, for I shall guide you to the best of my abilities through this world.
Your sweet fingers grasp my hand as you follow in my path.
My Life, My Friend, My World that I seek peace.
Frolicking through the dewy field with the sweet musk of fresh sent.
With the shimmering sun kissing upon your face.
That smile you have that would fill the emptiest heart.
Your soft yet raspy voice fills the sweet void I forbid to face.
You my child are in a better place. Where you can laugh all day, and forever can play.
3 is the magic number, that's when God knew it was a right time for you to return home.
So I will look to the skies & gaze up to the heavens. For every time a sweet breeze sways pass my face I know it's you my son, for you are my Will and my Amazing Grace.
R.I.P, My Nephew, Malikai 11/20/2013 - 6/16/2017
Your sweet fingers grasp my hand as you follow in my path.
My Life, My Friend, My World that I seek peace.
Frolicking through the dewy field with the sweet musk of fresh sent.
With the shimmering sun kissing upon your face.
That smile you have that would fill the emptiest heart.
Your soft yet raspy voice fills the sweet void I forbid to face.
You my child are in a better place. Where you can laugh all day, and forever can play.
3 is the magic number, that's when God knew it was a right time for you to return home.
So I will look to the skies & gaze up to the heavens. For every time a sweet breeze sways pass my face I know it's you my son, for you are my Will and my Amazing Grace.
R.I.P, My Nephew, Malikai 11/20/2013 - 6/16/2017
Published 20th Jun 2017
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Anonymous
22nd Jun 2017 4:06pm
So beautifully written yet so sad. Excellent write and RIP Malikai
25th Jun 2017 5:43pm
