Greg Franks

In Memory

To My Son Greg Franks

Though you are you are no longer with me my son , I know we will meet again in a better place where is no pain and it is always Spring and the grass is always green and the flowers bloom all year and roses never shed their petals. Where the birds sing songs of peace and humans love each other and hate is not known.

You will meet me by a gentle steam where pine boughs shade a well used trail and you will know when it is time for me to arrive by means unknown to me. We will talk of what brought me here and you can guide me to my new beginning. We will do things we somehow never found the time to do and say beautiful things we should have said but never could put in words. But I’m sure you know how much I loved you then and as I do now.

Till that time.



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