Tony Cipolla

In memory of my son Tony Cipolla, who left this life 10 yrs ago today. November 9th 2000.

Seasons without youI see Beautiful Butterflies in the Spring. I feel your presence here with me.Oh how I miss youI feel the warmth of the Summer Sun, It’s like a warm embrace from you to me.Every blooming flower, I see a smile from you to me.Oh how I miss youFall saddens me, because I know Its getting closer to the day I had to let you go.But when I hear the rustling leaves, I know your running free.Oh how I miss you.In the clear crisp winter sky, I know you’re up there,Beyond my eye.Oh how I miss youI wish I could have made you better and brought you home with me, but God said no.My job was done and He took you from my side, but never from my heartOh how I miss youTJAlways remember, your hand is held gently by someone who never grips too tightly, but yet never lets go.