Got you
When you were so tiny
You use to fit in my palm
The first time
I held you
You licked my face
As if to tell me
That you found your person
You become my rock
On which I can
Lean over you
Always there
To share
My good and bad days
To hold
When everyone else
Is gone
Alex
lovely!
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Yoka will be missed . lovely poetic eulogy !
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Awesome
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