Maurice

For it is in remembering that we are truly loved The aches and pains, the trials and strains of living so gloved Your voice, your smile, your scarred heart All manifest in the father part The pain of loss, of foul mis-step When hope itself for endings prep How with the growth we know Chance means to use us so Though visioning, and dreaming strong On par with setting right the wrong And the better you, yet manifest When dreaming at our best I remember, will continue Maurice, his worth, is true Today was his birthday, is the miss The heartache - it still is Soli