Monday, April 2, 2018



That one word
seems as our Lyn..
Children and teachers
were infected on those
many schooldays..
And his friends
always seemed warmed
by an uplifting cheer..
His face shone brightly
even on those days
when his own pain
called into question
the clear notes we heard..
There must have been
a permanent flame
deep within..which
 always stood ready
to ignite our own flames
filling our lives
with gratitude for his...

by Charlie Coon

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