Four years have passed, since you were set free

From the earthly trials, that would not let you be

Your laugh, your smile, your gentle loving touch

These are the things I miss so very much

My tiny son, wrapped within my arms so new

You grew each day, straight and strong and true

To live and learn, laugh and play

Your Father and I loved you more each passing day

A brother, a father, a husband, a son

To those of us here, you are that special one

I miss you Kirk, more than I can say

Do you know my thoughts, do you hear my words, each and every day

You left too soon, were gone so fast

From the happy times, the funny times, I thought would always last

The years and days and hours tick by

Filled with thoughts of you, building kingdoms on high

Your in my heart, my hopes, my dreams

Not far away, yet very far, or so it often seems

So grow my son, my precious son, straight and strong and true

And do your work, that special work, our Father chose for you

Love, Mom