Paxton Jerry
There is a boy named Paxton Jerry.
He told me I was fun and never made jokes of my back—which is very hairy.
We would hold hands and play monsters at the park.
"Daddy, can we go to the park before it gets dark"?
How could I possibly say no to his sweet little voice?
And saying yes seems to be my best (only) choice.
Once upon a time while in a hurry, I said "Alright now, we gotta hurry so stick to your guns".
Avril Petals and Paxton Jerry looked right at each other, smiled, and made their hands look the part and we were off to enjoy some family fun.
One special Super Bowl Sunday we were fortunate enough to watch the big game together.
At this time of my life, I lived in South Seattle and on this special memory; such as unity, intimacy, love and happiness —timeless, priceless...will last forever.
Paxton has reached his 8th birthday today; one we shall not share.
Life has a gift allowing us hope that one day, we can share a hug, an "I love you", showing how much we really, care . . .
Happy Birthday Paxton! I love you and miss you so much!
Love,
Dad
March 26, 2009
3/26/17
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