Written after the death of my grandson, Randall Emit Patrick, November 2000

I'll see you in the rainbow when the showers give way to sun,
and in the early morning when the day has just begun;
I'll hear you in the Winter as the wind blows through the trees,
whether strong as fiercest hurricane or gentle summer breeze.
In snow flakes falling softly, and blossom buds in May,
there's much will make me think of you, it's sad you've gone away.
But, you are in a better place, and finally at peace.
your spirit lives forever, no more pain, no more disease.
And in the hearts of we, the ones you've loved and left behind,
There'll always be a something, that will bring your face to mind.
So, onward guardian angels, keep this man-child safe with you,
uplift his innocent spirit that he may begin his life anew,
unhampered by the agonies of life here on this Earth,
for he has passed from this world to the one of his rebirth.