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
