Ilya Keslin

What would I give, to clasp his hand

His happy face to see

To hear his voice, and see his smile 

That meant so much to me.

The rolling stream of life rolls on

But still the vacant chair

Recalls the voice, the life, the smile,

Of the one who once sat there.

Nothing can ever take away

The love, a heart holds dear

Fond memories linger every day

Remembrance keeps him near.

...Family in the care of Erin Arteaga, Funeral Director