• This is a poem by Michael Parker

    Of each day spent...

    Between the two of us.



    Now there’s not a day

    When you don’t cross my mind

    And my love for you

    Only grows stronger with time

    You left this old world

    With so little time...

    Between the two of us.



    And now someday soon

    I’ll brave a cold graveyard rain

    As I place a rose upon your name

    Knowing this is the most that’s ever came...

    Between the two of us.



    And oh - how I miss you all so much

    Your pretty smile and your gentle touch

    And the pleasure of just knowing

    We had so much love...

    Between the two of us.