Danielle Atkinson
The tide recedes,
But leaves behind
Bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down,
But gentle warmth
Still lingers on the land.
The music stops,
And yet it echoes on
In sweet refrains.
For every joy that passes,
Something beautiful remains... May you now fly with all the angels in the sky. Love, The Sanchez Family Your son and his wife - Gus, Julie
Grandchildren - Gus and Danielle