Little boy playing in the sandbox
Swimming in the ocean, tickling the fish
Go home to Daddy for he's waiting,
Waiting for you to embrace him, be as one.
You look just like him; although you never saw it.
His laughing, crinkly eyes and kind heart.
Your curious disposition circumventing the globe
Never resting your head in one place,
A search that led to seven summits
Woven between Komodo depths and ohana nights
Amidst organisms, pgymies and humpbacks.
The fight was long, yet filled with grace,
You gave your all, now it's time to stop running.
Go home. Be still. In warm aloha arms.
Swimming in the ocean, tickling the fish
Go home to Daddy for he's waiting,
Waiting for you to embrace him, be as one.
You look just like him; although you never saw it.
His laughing, crinkly eyes and kind heart.
Your curious disposition circumventing the globe
Never resting your head in one place,
A search that led to seven summits
Woven between Komodo depths and ohana nights
Amidst organisms, pgymies and humpbacks.
The fight was long, yet filled with grace,
You gave your all, now it's time to stop running.
Go home. Be still. In warm aloha arms.
01.09.17
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