I see our son’s handwriting from forty years ago.
Can only wonder what his words today would show.
What would he write about the world we live in today?
I picture the love for his nieces would always portray.
There were always loving cards for his mother.
What would his words be as the big brother?
I have the baseball card list for cards he was looking for.
If you asked about last night’s game, he knew the score.
We see your name signed to an old birthday card.
Picturing you today is both easy and oh so hard.
The heart and the mind do their best to remember.
Sweet Stephen, borne on the first of September.