From the book

Someone to Watch Over Me

I see myself, in a photo of my father

Held in memory, stopped in time.

I sometimes wonder, does he see

His children, and is he pleased...

I left you in the morning,

And in the morning glow,

You walked a way beside me

To make me sad to go...

Robert Frost

We live to love; we meet to part;

And part to meet on earth no more.

Bryon Forceythe Willson