| As days slip into nights Years pass through our lives Time heals all - a lie in deed It speaks not to a broken heart Love and grace soften the pain And still I grieve for you Memories of you season my days They are found in the smallest of things A lone robin perched upon a branch The sweet call of a chickadee And I hear the voice of your childhood Vulnerablitiy, windowed in wire-rimmed lenses A youthful cheek dimpled in smile A dark head bowed in thought A lean frame walking down the street And I see you as you were You soar far beyond earthly tethers You live though your voice be silent You are - though not with me And I know, I'll love you forever Love mom |
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| December 2000, Last photo taken of Gilles |
Second Anniversary We Can scarcely believe how long it's been Since last we heard your laughter, or felt the warmth of your life Time is not a healer; it offers on relief Our lives are forever shadowed with our grief We miss you so, with tears ever near How we wish that you were here Love mom |
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| The Creek where Gilles was drowned |