Weeping under this willow…

Tear which flow as light winds blow…

Swaying are its wondrous locks of hair…

Today is fifty we all are there…

Slowly, softly as the Quinebaug flows…

Beautiful River makes my heart let go...

Tears for my Angels…

Each and every for you…

Tears of loveliness...

Tears of pain…

For where you have brought this man…

Here…Today…

I know you all…

This heart dose not falter…

For you have been there each time…

Painful and beautiful…

I am solid…

Like my friend the rock…

He holds me while I weep…

I rest on him in thought…

For this weeping is not of sorrow…

These tears flow in amazement…

I see this mans progress…

Not of my complete doing…

Tis why I love all of you…

Warm is this recognition…

As the wind blows…

As this man breathes…

I put this kiss to your cheeks…

I send it in the breeze…

Lightly in the wind…

So it may caress you…Softly…

I see you all amongst the leaves of the weeping willow…

Stephenmichael…(05.15.10)…Dedicated to all persons I have known…For you are my Angels…