Jacob Riley
This is the story of baby brother, who even though we cannot see...
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When baby brother wasno longer strong, itwastime for him to movealong.
Before he had to say goodbye, he whispered gently: It's OK to cry.
and the sun that kisses your nose.
and the salty tears you cry.
I am the soft curl of your hair,
and the depth of your twinkly-eyed stare.
I am ... your forever after.
