The very first time i met him
I was a shy girl, only four...

Cute little girl with lots of brown curls
Naming me before I was born...

Doesn't matter where I turn
The ending is always the same...

Overwhelming sadness consumes me
Out of nowhere it appears, branding...

You are always there for me
Our spirits connected as one...

To be outside once again
Feeling the kiss of the wind...

Release me from these chains that hold me
Come fly me away to distant lands...

When I awoke this morning
Thought everything was a dream...

Days have become long and lonely
Watching the hands of the clock...

No more lonely nights
When I see you smile...

Dedicated to my husband John F. Graver Sr.
Dec 12, 1958 - March 10, 2001...

You are a friend who is very kind
You share your faith for all to hold...