In loving memory of my son, John McBride, who passed away March 29, 1992.
No longer are you with us,
Your voice we cannot hear.
But, there are still sweet reminders
Of the time that you were near.
The pain of life without you,
Somehow, it does not subside,
When we think back to the memories,
We’ve tucked so deep inside.
These memories are golden,
So solid through and through,
For they’ll transport us back in time,
To when we still had you.