I found a faded photograph of you,
in holding it, my hand began to shake.
I soon recalled the happiness we knew -
and had myself a cry for old time's sake.
I thought of running close along the beach
and jumping waves while we were hand in hand.
Alas those special times are out of reach -
they've faded like our castle in the sand.
We thought our day to part would never be -
we were too busy laughing, having fun.
I think back now, I wish it had been me -
no father should outlive his only son.
I found your faded picture in a drawer -
your soul immortalized upon that shore.
Bryon D. Howell (firstname.lastname@example.org)
7th March, 2007