Tracing colours helps me paint the day,

Keeps the deep down, blackened thoughts at bay.

For all that's magic, I am holding onto you,

Won't let the dark thoughts steal.

From one so good and true.

Precious moments see you laughing, there,

So much loving, you always had to share.

Some speak of angels, bringing stars to light the night,

And then there's those who know

That angels walk through life. 

                                                                          A A.  (Tatts)

***** 

I dare not think too deep,

although I think about you constantly -

day, night, awake and in dreams  x

 Chris, my beautiful nephew,

the seasons change and time goes by, but our love for you goes on.

The trees are full of bird song and the fields flirt with a golden sun.

Your Mam, Dad and Nick brought you drumsticks from the

Hard Rock Cafe and I just know that when we're all gone home,

you beat out a rhythm, where the Red Kite roost, beneath a perfect moon.

Day or night, it doesn't matter, the Red Admiral Butterfly never leaves you long, alone,

and will always dance to your tune.

Play those drums, loud, Precious.  Sweet drummer boy, we love and miss you so much. x

Drummers, together -

Chris (Blacky) with hero,

Yellowcard drummer,

 Longineu Parsons III

(Picture courtesy of Dave)

* Magic !!!! *

This page is dedicated to my much loved nephew, Christopher David  (Blacky)  Black - our Chris.

With special thanks to my dear friend,

Tara, for capturing the magic of Chris.

click on for enlarged image.

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