JUAN JOSE MALDONADO
APRIL 30, 1922 - JULY 28, 1999
God took the strength of a mountain
The majesty of a tree.
The warmth of a summer sun.
The calm of a quiet sea.
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night.
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle's flight.
Then God combined these qualities,
There was nothing more to add.
His masterpiece was now complete,
He lovingly called it, Dad.
~Author Unknown~
SET FREE
High over the cold river waters
An eagle, he glides effortlessly
Ready to swoop when he finds his prey
From up there he watches
Looking deep into my soul
As my silent tears begin to flow
For then it is, that I know
Understanding why he had to go.
MOURNING COMES
The days have grown dark and cold
Where have they gone
Is it because they have grown old
How to fill this emptyness inside
My tears I must hide
Like a thief in the night
It came and they took flight
Leaving me alone to mourn
My heart now cold and torn
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Fly Home
