The whispering winds have called his name.

With his passing over our lives won’t be the same.

We will miss your smile; we will miss your charm

Siblings will miss the strengths of big brothers arms.

We will draw strengths from that when we need to find.

I considered you a good friend when you were here.

I sit quietly remembering now and shed a tear.

Each tear that falls from family and friends.

Goes straight the haven’s to make the stars that never end.

You will be sadly missed never the same.

The whispering winds have called his name.

This poem is dedicated to the memories of Don Morden.

Daniel M Sehn. Nov 06-04