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stoke fires to call your name

what’s it like to climb to find a fine stone?

these hills gliding along with these mountains

puts pressure on my effort as well to find a way to see you off

my focus for your trip   my intent is to not get in the way as you make your way

upside down of course is how i will see you blast off

so high in the sky you fly

i rest my head to stare while you climb

put effort into optimism i will try

for so long you told me up there is where you want to be

down here is for visits & memories of course it is you told me time & time again all will be well

i know you will still have the sun & moon to shine for you

each day they will cast your shadow they also will know you are there

here to shine like them bright & ready to go

who ever needs you will let you know

POEM

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