Small souls diminish But great souls never cease to be They guide the way and help others shine One candle lighting many They return to the land of our fathers
Even though you are gone I still feel you with me in my heart You are in my babies heart beat You are in my father’s efforts for charity You are in my sister’s poetry
The names carried on the wind To lives they have not touched No contact evermore from beyond the ever closed door Yet their stories are still told Fond memories spoken of
