From babyhood until
The final hours, right before
The world goes dark and still.
A loving son creates a site
With pictures on display
To keep his memory alive
And let the smiles hold sway.
For photos crystallize the past,
Like amber holds a fly,
Each moment perfectly preserved -
The who, what, where and why.
We gaze upon the face of one
No longer on this earth
And every photograph affirms
How much his life was worth.
(In memory of Gary Schall)
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