His vacant place
The tragedy of losing a child
Is the greatest pain a human can feel
It's a part of our hearts that is missing
It's a wound that never heals
I miss him, my heart is sore
As time goes by I miss him more
His loving smile, his gentle face
No one can fill his vacant place
May the winds of love blow softly
And whisper for him to hear
That I still love and miss him
And wish that he was here
Bart Melders-In memoriam
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