A poem for James

To my son James....

I thought I saw you flying thru the trees.
At that very moment I felt a cool breeze.

Your angel wings embraced me and lifted my soul.
For that short sweet moment I was warm, not cold.

The thoughts of you are vivid in my mind.
The memories of you are soft, warm, and kind.

I still count the days from your last words spoken.
A year has gone by and still I am broken.

I talk to you often and know you can hear.
The thoughts of you will carry me thru every year.

I love you and miss you and will never be the same.
You were my son, my friend, my claim to fame.

I love you Jamie!