Your Legacy

My love for you

Has given me a special honor,

To love your sons and daughter

Your love

Inspires me to be a better me, 
For my children and yours

That I may better serve them and

Help them through the coming storms

Since you left, a piece of you came forth in me

Little things like cooking moms suppers for your son

Spending a whole day cleaning like when we were young

Having conversations of dreams with your daughter

Then watching the excitement light up in her laughter

When I'm outdoors watching the kids play,

I recall the baseball game we played with your family and mine

How you wanted to instill in us a memory of happier times

These little things connect me to you

And your absence feels less true

My memories of you make me a better me

Thank you, dear brother, for your legacy!

April Tides

We close our eyes as your ship passes by

The April sun shines upon us as the tides rise high

Your memories are stored away in our treasure minds

The songs you play for us keep your memory alive

We keep living, we keep loving and we realize

How much you love us and how you wish to show us paradise

Days and nights pass and we recall how you shared your life with us

As our father, husband, son, brother and friend

Your memory will always live on in the songs

One day, we will close our eyes and see the sun shining upon the sea

And there you will be, waiting for our ship to pass by

I Am a Caregiver of Time Travelers

I am a caregiver of time travelers,

Each one of them, unique

I use my gifts to love them 

My goal is to meet their needs

Sometimes it's a listening ear

Other times it's what they need to hear

An, "I love you" or a warm embrace 

Turn into small miracles along the way

I say what I need to say, though, some may disagree

My love tells a woman who feels lost; she arrived in a space shuttle

She tells me I'm crazy and her fear turns to chuckles

My love makes fun of a little blind lady

By correcting her when she says, "I'll see you later"

My love guides me to an older gentleman 

Who tells me he loves me with warmth in his eyes
I return his affections, perhaps like his wife, when she was still alive 

My love picks on a ninety-seven year old woman

Who sleeps half the day by suggesting she's lazy,

She plays along with my joke by
Smiling as if she were a disobedient baby

My love pretends I'm Catholic to a woman who assumes I am 

She blesses me with Holy water, and in her eyes, I see the Lamb

I know what I feel and it feels quite right

Though let's assume I'm wrong for the night

For the woman who feels lost, I could tell her she's not

She'd realize her mind is slipping and feel alone in her lot

For the blind lady and the sleep half-a-day lady, 

I could stay quite professional

Never tease them and never crack a smile 

For the gentlemen who tells me he loves me with warmth in his eyes

I could tell him his actions are wrong, though to him, they feel quite right

For the Catholic woman, 

I could break the news to her that I'm not who she thinks I am

She may cease to bless me and neither she nor I would see the Lamb

I am a caregiver of time travelers,

Each one of them, unique

I use my gifts to love them  

My goal is to meet their needs