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

~Scharme Shown