forever the golden boy
the sun’s glow framing
blonde hair and
shining face
walking from barn to house
soft voice
polite
capable
patient
unforgettably kind
a life cut so short
so much potent portent
unrealised
and yet there he stands facing us
golden
leaning on railing
with that challenge on his chiselled countenance
remember me
remember others
remember
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