Your boy, mother...Your Boy, your once baby-infant, mother.....has returned to the FATHER!
THINKER.......a DREAMER.....your coat of shiny-armor...bushy-eye brows.....angelic face.....a Charmer.....did his bit...what he could....gave ya respect like a good son should, you made him grow.....and how ...only you would know....watered the plant.....with your life blood-flow....Apple of your eye, let out a deep sigh, dying while we live.....living while we die....Grieve not ailing mother.....give back what you had been given! Taylor's ` sprouted downy-wings, he`s soaring upto heaven!
(This poem is for Late.Taylor Burgstahler`s mother and his
family) .....please visit his memorial website atwww.TaylorBurgstahler.memory-of.com