You've left behind memories
That time can't wash away
You've gone to a higher place
Where fallen heroes play
Though our hearts are broken
and smiles not quite the same
Our voices still speak out loud
Of you and your precious name
Your picture on the mantle
Letters written by your hand
The medals that you earned
Behind a picture frame now stand
Somewhere in the clouds
That float on endless strings
Your days now forever spent
With angels, saints and kings
©2006 Rick Bessette