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It came a bit late, four days to be exact.
It’s the month of the year, when 43 years ago you came.
Basically, it was a short visit to consider, around five or seven days,
I’m not really sure because I wasn’t there yet.
They said you had a beautiful curly hair, was fair skinned and small.
But they also said they never heard you laugh or giggle.
Yeah, not even a glimpse of your smile.
That was because you were in deep pain, always crying,
But they couldn’t do anything.You were so fragile.
And the best thing that time to do was to let go.
Every year, every time this month would come
I am reminded of you.
There was no picture that will say
once upon a time you came, that you were here.
All I have was an old story, long ago, that was never said
again.
Maybe not in this lifetime. Perhaps someday.
Who knows, when my time is up, maybe then we will meet.
We’ll have that golden chance that was deprived of us.
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But this I promise, my commitment to you
That for as long as I breathe, every first of August,
14 days before my big day, I will remember that
Once there was a child named MARY.