I think of you as a great listener
And your steady hands .
When you had your hand
On your fishing pole
And your strong hands
When holding your shot gun
From JC Pennys .
I think of you when I am alone
In silence
I do not need to speak your name .
I can go on and on
Because I have our memories .
In my basement I have a picture
Of you and I in a frame .
I get up early every morning
And think of you
And wish you could hold my hand
With all that I have to do .
By Brock
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