It was the first steps towards freedom;
Taken on a whim and a dream
in hurried fashion,
as only the young know how.
Gathered possessions boxed with care,
a small painting given with love,
handled specially by the receiver,
tears drop carelessly.
A vacuum left where once a small boy
played noisily at snakes and ladders,
gyrated to "Savage Garden" in later years,
now a void where laughter echoed.
Hollow remains of dusty memories
clouding the aching heart,
"too soon" whispers the lips
of sadness.
Perhaps this figment of imagination
serves to test the inner strength,
in sure knowledge that they
always return~
if only for Sunday dinner.
Gold trophy winner
Bronze trophy winner
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