Poem: As I mourn, I find reminders of you in the simplest every day moments-Moments that take me back to the pleasure of your company-Through your sons, I find your wit and charm have transcended time-Mannerisms have hidden themselves secretly in the sons, I call brothers-As I glance at these men-I can see you Dad-You are there-Why just look at that smile, that expression, that stance-Unknowingly these things have been tucked away for me to discover as I grieve-Each fleeting reminder draws you closer to the heart you captured so long ago-A heart that filled with sadness when you passed-but a heart that now beats with pride-At Everlasting Imprints of you Dad-Because there you are superimposed in the sons, I call brothers-Everlasting Imprints, Dad...
