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Like the hands you see I'll pull you through,

Things happen in life that make us blue 💙.

But like this tree it hadn't a choice,

Mother nature was it's voice.

As you grow we try with All our might not to let go,

But like the seasons we go with the flow.

Sometimes that flow is out of our hands,

We say remain humble and grow like The land.

You continue to grow at a rapid pace,

Right before my eyes and my face,

No matter how far or close you may be,

Just look at This picture of the beautiful tree,

I know your up in heaven with the angels,

We'll sing and dance to Mr Bojangles.

So no matter race,creed or your color,

I'll love you like friend, sister,mom , father or a brother.

Just remember when it's time and HE says that's it so,

Always keep in mind just like these hands I'll never let go.

 

 

Johnny bubba Chavez

8/5/2021