I wrote this poem for my Aunty Shirly when my Uncle Les died.I wanted to comfort her and embrace her with the knowledge that even after we pass away we are still close by.
Matt. But also might be totaly a random poem.
"Why is that man drawing in the soil, like Jesus?" - Meghan
St. Michael is my favorite angel
The face of God comes in many forms, but one of the most blessed, is the face of a hero.
Written for Jeff
