Jaidan

Jaidan, like the gentle breeze;
stir soft whispers of kindness
through leaf rustle and wind chime.

Jaidan, like the morning sun;
bring light to dark horizons,
spread warmth o’er cold times.

Jaidan, like the winter snow;
blanket the barren in white
comfort in quiet, peaceful hush.

Jaidan, like the sprouts in March --
let nature run its course;
enjoy the moment, do not rush.

Jaidan, the gentle soul he was,
The caring nature that was he,
The ache of letting go, we,

Left behind must face with the grace
and humanness that was our friend
Jaidan, whose spirit now flies free.

Shirley Harshenin
December 16, 2004

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