This poem is by Caron about her son Jim.
Jimmy or Jim, you will not have to be called these names just makes you mad.
You sailed through school with not much fuss and greeted the world without a push.
The Path you chose was not to your liking it ended one day with you walking away.
As time goes by you are on a high
Just a little longer.
I know you wont hate the new world out there
Its got to be fate.
For James xx
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