Traveler Talker Sojourner of the soul who carried grief and woe the wet sun, a cloudy moon
Yet his eye sparkled his ear heard your every tone
His life almost too big to contemplate Complications arranged like chess pieces, baskets of tulips, basketballs on the bounce while he walked tall for he is . . .
A sunny path on summer’s day Autumn colored with cheer A comfort in winter’s chill The spring in hope’s step
A Man For Every Reason
And so, we call him Owen: brave, gallant, greathearted a force born with a damn good sense of humor
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY SON