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For
The
Love
Of
Two
Sons
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The
greatest
of
all
the
gifts
the
Creator
gave
to
me
One
was
named
Dennis
the
other
was
named
Willie.
I
felt
so
blessed
when
they
were
born
my
pride
I
could
not
hide
My
love
for
them
was
like
a
spring
welling
up
inside.
How
could
so
much
love
be
packaged
in
such
little
boys?
I
found
they
were
giving
their
love
even
when
making
way
too
much
noise.
I
began
to
tell
them
the
stories,
the
same
ones
once
told
to
me
The
stories
that
hold
the
lessons
of
how
the
Creator
wants
us
to
be.
They
lived
their
lives
with
love
and
honor
the
way
the
Creator
said
it
should
be
And
like
the
Creator's
son,
they
even
set
an
example
for
me.
Dennis
was
just
past
four
when
death
came
knocking
at
our
door
We
would
have
Willie
a
mere
fourteen
years
more.
A
time
to
be
born
and
a
time
to
die
I
read
that
verse
and
still
I
cry.
In
my
heart
I
know
it
is
true
But
it
doesn't
stop
the
pain
of
missing
these
two.
Whenever
my
warrior
anger
begins
to
rise
I
feel
the
warmth
of
familiar
eyes.
I
look
to
the
heavens
and
what
do
I
see?
My
two
sons
smiling
back
at
me.
My
whole
world
has
been
turned
upside
down
I
must
walk
in
honor
of
my
sons,
in
stead
of
the
other
way
around.
For
I
was
first,
but
now
I
am
last
Prophetic
words
from
out
of
the
past.
Oh
how
I
long
for
that
last
day
when
I
will
hear
two
familiar
voices
say
"We
missed
you
Daddy,
welcome
home.
Come
on
let's
play."
Ernie Smiling Hawk
In
honor
of
Dennis
Feb
5,1975
-
Feb
25,
1980
&
Willie
Aug
8,1970
-
Apr
14,
1994
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