Ryan’s Poem

A new kind of freedom, from a loss so great, 

that only a child could give, with the help of fate.

A new kind of freedom is here to stay for a life without fear

of death or wealth only that of pain for a loss so dear.

 A new kind of freedom, of understanding think not,

Perhaps through prayer and answer will come.

A new kind of freedom, as life will go on,

I will continue the path Ryan sent me on.

A new kind of freedom, bound for charity and hope,

which will provide me the ability to cry and to cope.

A new kind of freedom is in front of my eyes, In memory

I see a child so pure, she gave me a gift,

I have to endure

Dad!

 

 

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