Your skin of blue, When I had you.
Quiet is the room and then you cry.
Our eyes meet - those sweet sparkling eyes of blue.
A bouncing baby boy over 9 pounds - were you.
O how you love your big brother, Jimmy ooooo!
You smile and say gooo-gooo and Jimmy runs to you.
By 8 months you are crawling EVERYWHERE!
Two sisters follow after you.
From the very beginning I see you as our bright evening star!
An introvert you are.
Each book you own is placed in its proper place;
Nothing out of order, for you.
You are so gifted & talented in so many ways: math, science, history, art.
From the very beginning you love being an architect.
Always building and designing – first with Lego Blocks later with skateboard designs.
Remember the Mission you built for history - all the details?
O how Your smile lights up a room.
Your infectious laughter is like sweet perfume!
Your athletic talent captures the world of skateboarders.
You love, LoVe, LOVE your skateboard!
And now, now here you lay in a hospital bed, too young to die, I say.
Who is this Grandfather of mental illness come to take you away?
This is the dark night of the soul, not for just you.
I hold your hand…sing, weep and pray.
God seems to be telling me you are going home today.
How can this be?
You, My Johnny, are the brightest of bright stars…