The Man: Tania Skelly

A man’s man With a whimsical Boy’s heart. How he delighted us From the very start. True to his lady Nothing is above Acceptance and resilience Gentle breeze like Wings of a dove. Forth comes every kindness Tales of happy lifting truth. Gentle man From better times. Soul of gleaming Handsome youth.

Memory: Cory Buchanan

Pushed and swinging into mania, a dose touches down. Mounting sediment, shoving back the smeared portrait. Journal it, hitch the ride, touch words undimmed Invite halcyon hours to ignite. Venturing third-eye memory, creating a photo adorned. Pulled and swinging into smoother pattern.