In memory of my son
11/10/86 to 04/27/05
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Wind lightly picks up through these afternoon skies,as I sit upon my porch rubbing tears from my eyes.
Time has passed very slowly as if it's come to a halt,
and this trip I'll be taking today, to your burial vault.
I remembered "White Roses" were your favorite Son..
and the fond memories of you; have only just begun.
While ~The Pops I love you~ is still so fresh and clear,
almost as you {My friend} were right next to me here.
Your smile lives on through these pictures and my mind,
and the visions of an Angel that you have left behind.
I can imagine your "bike" riding across our front yard,
while I fight back the tears, but it's just "So very hard!"
Well my Son I have come now... to visit with you again,
and so many of the 'Angels cry with me' as it begins to rain.
Your marker is etched from a polished stone of time,
with inscription {In our hearts} of a consonant rhyme.
It's peaceful here, nothing but sound of drops remain,
I kiss & lay down a rose trying to refrain my hearts pain.
The air has now become still with 'Not one single sound',
another memory placed in my heart of this sacred ground..
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