Our hearts and prayers go out to those who were affected by this horrible act of terrorism on our country. Then I'll Cry Too soon, the house is quiet. His room is clean at last.
Childhood days are over and high school days are past.
He's gone from depths of couch, snoring by a fire. He's gone from metal shed, filled with tools and tires. He's not back by the pond, fishing with his dog, nor is he in the pen, cleaning after hogs. He took his clothes, his wheels, he took his shining smile. He'll come back for a meal, but only stay awhile.