Thank you, Willow. Would you like to share your take on this one?
Tre L. Loadholt

Though I’m not used to writing this type of poem, with all your encouragement I’m trying for the first time, Tre. And it’s written during a long hour flight to my second home missing my pillar of life. Here you go.

I still hear your words of wisdom, your sounds of love; many times in my dreams, I often speak your names, this loving memory is my keepsake.

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