I whisper his name, in the early morn’s dawn

As the bird’s sing their first melody.

I whisper his name, in the shadows of night

And I treasure his sweet memory.



He makes himself known, in the whispering wind,

In the twinkle of each wondrous star.

And, he whispers my name, in his comforting way

As he sends me his love, from afar.



The depth of his love takes the breath out of me

And, I thank him for comforting me,

So, I whisper his name, with the greatest respect

Of my son ~ of my Jeremy…