Steve, today is your birthday, and you are not here, yet everywhere.
You are the gentle breeze enveloping me like a hug from heaven
You are the leaf that caresses my cheek as I walk beneath the willows
You are the bird who sings his happy song for me each morning in the park
The sunshine that brightens my way–you are there, I don’t see you, but your presence is everywhere
Today, you are the cardinal on my windowsill
You are the sadness in Faith’s eyes, the reason for her tears and mine
Today, you are the pain, you are the joy in my heart
Today, tomorrow, always, you are alive in my very being
You are not here, but not so very far away
I love you Steve.
Written, Steve’s birthday–8/20/03