Here I will focus the writing on poetry and commentary.

When the world around him crumbled silently.

He looked to his life.

First his children, his eternal gift of love.

Then himself.

If forgiveness might await his ask, perhaps then peace.

Life is a measure of truths he thought. Despite mistakes he knew love and kindness.

If souls could heal, he prayed his own may know,

His heart.

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