George Doutt Sr.

George Doutt Sr.

So many images come to mind

Whenever we speak your name;

It seems without you in our lives

Things have never been the same.

Some days we hear your voice

And turn to see your face;

Yet in our turning . . . it seems

The sound has been erased.

Who will we turn to for answers

When life does not make sense;

Who will be there to hold us close

When the pieces just don't fit.

Please always know we love you

And no one can take your place;

Years may come and go

But your memory will never be erased.

Today, Jesus, as you are listening

In your home above;

Would you go and find our husband, dad and grandpa

And give him all our love.