For Jamie

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Houdini

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Aug 15, 2014
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The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
The little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket molds in his hands.
Time was when the little toy dog was new,
And the soldier was passing fair;
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there.
"Now, don't you go till I come," he said,
"And don't you make any noise!"
So, toddling off to his trundle-bed,
He dreamt of the pretty toys;
And, as he was dreaming, an angel song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue---
Oh! the years are many, the years are long,
But the little toy friends are true!
Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
Each in the same old place---
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
The smile of a little face;
And they wonder, as waiting the long years through
In the dust of that little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue,
Since he kissed them and put them there.

Little Boy Blue by Eugene Field

This poem was read at my son's funeral. It's been many years since that time but your Dad still remembers you Jamie. Rest In Peace my son.

Houdini in Omaha
 

Ragan

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Aug 3, 2011
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Idaho
I don't know how to reply to things like this, I've never gone through it. I know it sticks with you, and stings, seen that in a lot of other people, but you can carry on. But for a little while, you got to have and be part of something amazing that changed your world, and that isn't going anywhere either.