Photographs remain,
Reminding of times gone past.
They stab at the mind with insensitive abandon,
And incite pain, eliciting tears.
When the clock struck eight.
You chose to move on the sly.
With a final shake of your head,
You, the fighter, bade the final goodbye!
Its been now a year past.
Of mortal bonds you are long freed.
In the elements of nature now,
You, we continue to search and seek.
In the lap of nature you lie
Shroud of wet earth as your cover.
Rest in peace in nature’s company
And dwell in our minds forever!
Straight From My Heart 