May the weight from your shoulders rest gently in your bed.
May the wind pick you up when those rocks drag you down.
May your breath be more free than the birds of the sky.
May your feet rest softly on sands of memories you’ve made.
May your eyes never open on a less beautiful sunrise.
Lay your tools upon the ground,
And smile upon the crowd
Of all the ones that love you the most.
Uncle Bill
Awesome !
Uncle Bill will be missed
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What a wonderful poem. Thank you, Thomas. Love you.
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