Robert W. Foulk

To my beloved son, Robbie, on his 24th birthday.

At the finest level of my being, you're still here with me.

I still see you on a level beyond sight.

We talk and laugh in a place called memory,

We share time in a place where time stands still.

For now we can only remain together in a place called love.

But soon we'll meet again in the home prepared by our Lord.

It's only for a while I need to cry for you in this place called reality.