I see Tom’s photo, his crown tinted red

Handsome in his gray suit, cocking his head

His jaw is strong, his eyes sparkle blue

He is young, vital and his aim is true

Time takes us all on this inevitable ride

If we’re lucky love will sit by our side

Guiding our way, navigating the turns

Staying strong as we stumble and learn

Taking the hits so unexpectedly harsh

Hoping for truth to counter the farce

Tom’s head hangs heavy, ready to go

He now travels a road that none of us know

My hope is, that his struggles released

Propel him towards a blessed relief

Of a harmonious flow with God’s true love

May he be free and at peace in the heavens above.

Tricia Schwaba, October 5, 2019