In memory of Evan
My Husband and best friend wrote this poem seven years ago. I'll never forget the day! He was hauling grain, came in the house with a tear stained face. Handed me a dusty note book and said I wrote a poem. I could not hug him fast enough! - Tina Brockman
reprinted with permission
Time passes by, as it surely must do.
Your little face beaming , As I walked in the door.
But things quickly changed, as we all know they can.
You put up a struggle. With all of your might.
Every day that goes by. I will think of you Evan!
And even though I know that's the safest place you can be.
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