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Tag: Tito

Son

I remember,
Standing outside together as
The spring sun
Brushed my hair, you had
Important news to share.

I remember, the tears I
shed knowing your life–

Suddenly became an hourglass
Turned over for the last time.

I remember that final time
In your tired broken voice when
you called me, son.

I Remember | Tito

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I remember, that warm
Day in spring you had
Important news to share.

I remember, the tears I
Shed knowing your life—

Suddenly became an hourglass
Turned over for the last time.

I remember, the final time
You called me—son.