I sit gazing out of my window,
Wondering....
What happened, where did it go wrong?
A loving man with such a beautiful heart gone.
His god like manner slowing fading from the air...
No longer will he sit around being the lovable joker,
The boss, the self proclaimed god of the family,
Because he was born on Christmas day.
Too soon a beautiful mind, spirit and soul was taken
A loving husband, father, grandfather and son.
We shall meet this beautiful man again
When it is our time,
But for now he is safe,
In good company,
Watching over all who he loves.
We never lose the ones we love,
For even though they're gone,
Within the hearts of those who care,
Their memory lingers on.
*This poem is dedicated to my cousin who passed away on the 3/6/2007. Its not getting any easier just yet. We miss you.*
