This poem was written by a close family friend, and read at Chance's funeral.

          Chance
          What a wonderous tiny treasure we found
          Wandering the fragrance of your chocolate hair

          The chance of our love
          Was the son of our life
          The heir to our passion
          A gentle fire in this mama's breast
          Born to the honest blood of giants
          Within the throat of a southern spring
          A beautiful boy of angel dreams

          We shall not lament your blessing
          For every spring will scream your name
          And the voices of light will speak of you

          Blue-eyed and forever watching our hearts
          Deep in the long shadow of our hearts
          We shall not forget your softest coes
          Or the sweeping joy of first smiles
          We will always find you
          Playing upon your brothers laughter
          Soothing the lips of your mama's whisper
          Or resting on the easy strenght of daddy's arm
          Your sweet milky breath
          Will sing to us
          The flower of your mystery
          Will cling to us

          What a wonderous tiny treasure
          The angels have found
          Wandering the fragrance of your chocolate hair

          Chance Michael Harris
          3/27/96 to 5/17/96

        I'm Still Here

        Mother, please don't mourn for me
        I'm still here, though you don't see.
        I'm right by your side each night and day
        and within your heart I long to stay.

        My body is gone but I'm always near.
        I'm everything you feel, see or hear.
        My spirit is free, but I'll never depart
        as long as you keep me alive in your heart.

        I'll never wander out of your sight-
        I'm the brightest star on a summer night.
        I'll never be beyond your reach-
        I'm the warm moist sand when you're at the beach.

        I'm the colorful leaves when fall comes around
        and the pure white snow that blankets the ground.
        I'm the beautiful flowers of which you're so fond,
        The clear cool water in a quiet pond.

        I'm the first bright blossom you'll see in the spring,
        The first warm raindrop that April will bring.
        I'm the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine,
        and you'll see that the face in the moon is mine.

        When you start thinking there's no one to love you,
        you can talk to me through the Lord above you.
        I'll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees,
        and you'll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze.

        I'm the hot salty tears that flow when you weep
        and the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep.
        I'm the smile you see on a baby's face.
        Just look for me, Mother, I'm everyplace!

        ~Author Unknown~

          Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born. The child asked God, "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?" God replied, "Among the many angels, I chose one for you. Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you."

          The child further inquired, "But tell me, here in heaven I don't have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy." God said, "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you everyday. And you will feel your angel's love and be very happy."

          Again the child asked, "And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don't know the language?" God said, "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak."

          "And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?" God said, "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray.

          "I've heard that on Earth there are bad men. Who will protect me?" God said, "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking it's life."

          "But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore." God said, "Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you."

          At that moment there was much peace in heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, "God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel's name." "Her name is not important. You will simply call her Mom."