WHEN IT'S TIME TO GO - poem

When it’s Time to Go
(for Jack & Geri)

We remember you
well,
young Michael

a son so right, an
ember in
the still of night

pride of silver and
gold, child
of our future.

Too soon, the
whistle
blew

but wee one,
we still embrace
the memory
of you.

God knows your
place. You're now His
Prince at peace.

© Richard L. Provencher 2004