Remembering Jaeden - Happy Birthday Buddy!

--Hands--

I loved when we first touched hands.

I saw four candles light up in each corner of the room

of which we stand.

one for each season of love.

you grasped my hand tightly

as if time wasn't on your side,

ending quickly.

so i find myself staring at you hopelessly

and watch as the candle flames flicker

off the mirrors of your eyes.

like the stars in the skies.

flickering to your every heartbeat,

flickering to your every breath.

either way, it was beautiful.

so beautiful that i would never want it to end.

and if for some reason those four candles burn out,

one by one.

I will be there to light them again

with a flame of my own,

high and mighty.

till those candles can burn no more,

when our hands part.

--Jaeden E. Baril Field--

July 20, 1999 - January 19, 2001