In loving memory of a father, friend, son and love.
A man, a child, a person,
who felt his life was too tough.
He was young, and strong, and willful.
Brought joy and memories.
Terry Bailey will be missed,
as will his hopes and dreams.
Two daughters, only two years apart,
who will never know their father.
A house that was once a home,
will never hear his laughter.
Fourteen years in his grave,
and fourteen years not forgotten.
That many years of tears and smiles,
of other lives well written.
On this day, the fourteenth of May,
we remember one human being.
A father, friend, son and love,
who lived and died with meaning.