Fred

The days fly by and the months have wings.

The years roll around and our memories bring

Old times to mind when children played in a nearby pond, and memory stayed

Instead of dancing just on the edge like whispy wraiths on a craggy ledge.

I may not recall each small detail, but this I know, you will not fail

To always be there on my mind, loved and loving, dear and kind,

A gift from God, a lot of fun...You are unforgettable.. my youngest son!