Isaiah you were our loyal friend, and we will always love you till we meet again. This poem is for you. Bark the words of hello to my mom. We miss you.
In life we loved you dearly,in death we love you still. If tears would make a staircase, and heartaches make a lane, we’d walk the path to heaven and bring you home again.
Our family chain is broken now, and nothing seems the same, but as God calls us one by one the chain will link again. And when mommy comes to heaven I will once again.
Greet you like always.
HI, FUNKY BUTT!
WITH LOVE ALWAYS,
| Isaiah |
| 15, July 2007 |
| Virgil & Eugenia Claudrick |