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Warm and compelling, they roll down my face, Two little brothers, racing. Followed by more, a steadier pace, Falling in trails, uncontrollably. They watched all the fireworks together that night, She hugged and kissed him goodbye. Had she known it would be their last time together, She wouldn’t have left, not ever. Death had enclosed him upon her return, But she was brave, for George’s sake. All dressed in black, the sky cried for him That July morning, but she could not. Now she cries like her heart will break, Tears flowing steadily, not caring who sees. Poppy’s Little Princess, now a young Duchess, Carries his memory every day of her life; Keeps it from fading, clings to him dearly. He watches from above as her journey continues, Guiding her life, trying to find for her The only other one on this earth who will understand her, And love her as only he did once before. Thirteen years was not enough; she misses him Dearly and the tears fall faster. She’s all finished acting brave. And I don’t care who sees me. Miss you and love you always, Poppy |