|In memory of Bradlee, on the 3rd anniversary of your trip home to Heaven, December 25, 1996.|
|The pearly gates were opened,
a gentle voice said Come,
and with farewell unspoken,
he gently entered home.
I mourn for him in silence,
no eyes can see me weep
but many a silent tear is shed
while others are asleep.
Please God forgive my silent tear.
A constant wish that he was here
others were taken: yes I know
but he was mine and I loved him so.
The flowers I place upon his grave
may wither and decay
but for the love of him who sleeps beneath
shall never fade away.