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[bodytext] => I tied a ballon to your hand Six months old Your favorit color red You were so happy My eyes teared I worked your legs I promied I would do all I can You couldn't lift your head Who would do such a thing We should pray for him I pumped your legs I watched you grin I rocked you and held on tight Fragile you laid in my bed Cerebral Palsy Child abuse Charlie I saw Jesus Mother and I prayed The weak shall lead She also was there for you Lord,Lord have mercy The courts came in I rolled you over that big ball Has it been that long Years and days just pass by I pumped your legs You always smile Would you like to adopt him In you I saw Jesus In His image He made you special Charlie you help carry His cross I pumped your legs You are now our son I was crushed You handle everything so well You mastered vido games The Our Father you really sing Sports are in your head I held you under your arms A mile we walked to McDonalds You got your first wheels A power wheelchair red Eight years old You drove like hell Still do Now your twenty-five This is my son who I am well pleased The tears I shed Some tomorrow I won't be here Charles you make me proud Jesus the Son Charlie my son Keep your faith Smile on Dads just cry happy tears To my son Charles Stephen I Am with you always Sinned [comments] => 2 [counter] => 277 [topic] => 23 [informant] => Sinned [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 11 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
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