They say that I’m too young
to fully understand...

I wander through this house
that no longer feels like home...

Last night I gazed at the roaring fire,
Radiating warmth from the fireplace...

I began the holiday in a somber mood
It was the first to be without you here...

I know it is not within your faith having angels...
When we talk about the seven faces I see there...

Thinking of our troops
Home so far away...

Every year a party goes
A couple hundred attend...

The leaves have all fallen
Barren trees do explain...

The old broken tree swing
How many children soared...

I climb into the raft with hesitation
As the guide states, “We’ve lost no...

From deep sleep I could not wake
I heard an all familiar voice...

Your name would arise
Time to time these past years...