Remembering Steve in a rendition of poetry.
Looking back at all the times we were together as family, camping, eating, doing things in unison.
All times that we are missing here, still on earthly shores.
Feeling his presence with us as we sit in the Lodge of the FOP, listening to karaoke.
A beautiful setting for remembering someone we love and dearly miss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem