In the Night
It was dark
The night you left
We watched
As you crept
Carrying your baggage
Leaving things behind
Getting out of the wreckage
Taking nothing to remind
I was so young then
But I understood
And remembered when
Life was good
The age of seven
And innocence was gone
Wasn�t sure if there was a heaven
Because all of this seemed very wrong
- Joeann L. Hunter 12/1/01
*Dedicated to one of the strongest women � Aunt June
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