Garden of Stone |
By Michael Kaner, 1998 |
In loving memory of Max Kaner, January18, 1991 – February 7, 1993 |
He wiped away the snow
And laid down a single rose. Thinking of what might have been. Another tear falls in the garden of stone… He could have been president, A ballplayer or won a Nobel prize. But it’ll never come to be, And we’ll never look into his eyes. Another tear falls in a garden of stone… We watched the tubes and wires, And they said that he was gone. A life snuffed out too early, Never to see another dawn. Another tear falls In the garden of stone. Another day passes And they’re all alone. The world gets older But he’s still two. And we dream of things, He’ll never do. He’ll never ride a two wheeler, Or take a bus to school. All we have are our memories, We’ve lost our precious jewel. Never play in little league Never steal a first kiss, We think of all those things He’s going to miss. Never go to college, Never walk down the aisle, Never know the joys of parenthood. We miss him all the while. Another tear falls in the garden of stone. |