On Sunday we visited with a wonderful lady named Evelyn whowas having a garage sale. That became a memory and a gift on the eve of what would be my brother's birthday. This became a moment shared that we will not forget.
On a beautiful
Sunday,
Rolling through the
country,
Around the next hill,
We passed a garage
sale,
Themed to
communication,
For there were
radios.
The owner was a
miracle,
The first baby with a
new heart,
Given to him by doctors,
In the city of San
Diego,
And he gave his heart
to others,
Through his life.
Many people knew him,
He gave them each a
smile,
Inspiration to
continue,
Becoming part of many
lives,
Many adding to his
joy,
In their songs.
Music was his
passion,
Restoring radios of
old,
Hearing music played
anew,
Causing music from
old machines,
To bless new ears.
The garage sale of
family,
Ran by a lady of
heart,
Turned a circumstance
of ending,
Into new beginnings,
As we spoke of a
shared passion,
With my brother and Bobby.
For Shawn loved the
old things,
Retaining values of
old,
Poured forth his
foundation,
Into the world he
knew,
As I shared interest
in his forging,
While he built
memories in my life.
And so the radio of
Bobby,
Came into the hands
of my heart,
As the five of us
shared stories,
While three stood on
the driveway,
And two stood in the
company,
Of The One.
And so nearly on
Shawn’s birthday,
The gift of song
plays music,
While the radio
stands in my home,
And the song plays in
our hearts,
As our souls defy the
temporal,
Love’s music resounds
forever.
