When you ask about him
leave your fears at the door
Your questions open each window
Watch the sunlight stream in
I see his infectious grin
the soft hand inside mine
Come, sit, let me tell you
these times are too rare
When you ask about him
you grant me permission
And I need this sunshine
like daily bread
I can warm these rooms
with the life-giving memories
When you ask about him
you bring the flowers that never die.
by Alice J. Wisler
In memory of Daniel (Aug. 25, 1992--Feb.
2, 1997)