He walked with grace, this son of mine.

A candle glows; the flame will shine.

So soft his steps and long his stride, I see him now;

I look with pride.

A gentle child, a time so sweet, the scent pervades;

the taste complete.

It is with warmth and lasting joy,

I see him now, the little boy.

His laughter rings; the man is heard.

A grinning face, a caring word.

I feel his love; it does not end.

I see him now,

enduring friend.

He walked with grace, this son of mine.

A candle glows, the flame will shine.

With gratitude I bow because I see him now;

I know he was.

-Barbara Reisenbach