For Lars.
The time you spend, the things you do,
They do not last and this is true.
The love you have and the ones you touch,
That is where it means so much.
A little baby not so old was born unto
this world we�re told.
His heart is weak - his soul so strong,
Not destined for this world too long.
His name is Lars - far away he lies,
Alive and happy until he dies.
When he decides to move along.
The love for him will linger on.
In his short visit you should know,
His plight caused many tears to flow,
Warm tears of love to help him grow.
This war torn world so full of hate
is not the place to be.
For one so special and so loved,
his parents brave as they can be,
Will say goodbye but they must know,
The memory of him will never ever go.
People whom they will never know
will think of him at times.
For years to come his life will touch
ever so many lives.
The time you spend, the things you do,
They do not last but this is true.
The souls you touch, they mean a lot,
What a wonderful life he really got.
Rhonda Polley
March 2003
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