Today I touched your face again and watched you for awhile,
I talked of things deep in my heart I wish could make you smile.
I rubbed your head and told you I’m proud you are my son,
For all the little things you did in life and the way you did each one.
You show such courage daily and you teach me how to live,
To make each moment count in life and to give what I can give.
Did I tell you you’re my hero when I saw you yesterday?
Or did it slip my mind again as I put you away?

I know your time on earth was short but it’s how you lived each day,
you made the most of what you had and always found a way
To touch the hearts around you, to love us while you may.
I wish with all my heart right now, the face I touched today,
Wasn’t made of paper or neatly placed away.
But I will put you on the shelf again for all the world to see,
I’ll talk to you tomorrow just like I do each day,
And I’ll tell you you’re my hero as I gently walk away.

Patti Filion

The mention of my Child's name
May bring tears to my eyes,
But never fails to bring
Music to my ears.
If you are really my friend,
Let me hear the beautiful
Music of his name.
It soothes my broken heart
And sings to my soul.

Author Unknown