Ivadell you held is in your arms that day

But look at how tiny me n' Matthew both were

You so strong and full of grace



What stories these pictures can tell

Of days when we bathed brightly in the sun

The medicine of laughter everywhere



Ivadell I held you in my thoughts that day

And wish that they were arms when you were frail

And passing from this place



What stories your paintings told boys

Of hills too steep to climb ascended

And hearts that were not afraid

To flap their wings and fly



But you are safe now and effortlessly breathing

Where new weather will fall on you

Your fears break like waves

Foaming into themselves

Disappearing into the sea