These days with my friends
after the death of their Parker,
the nights that are longer,
the days that seem darker,

Days once filled with laughter
by her magical super-power,
love drifting about
like perfume from a flower.

Now she's gone, and her absence
seems too awful to bear,
the silence much louder
than voices, full of care.

When, in the odd pause,
we sit there, reflective,
sadness blind-sides us.
We lose all perspective.

That lives, like moments, are fleeting,
and seem to end much too soon.
But each life is just one note
in a much longer tune.

And each tune, part of an opera
played on some cosmic stage,
but the show's hard to see
from this dot on the page.

Does this grand knowing spare us
life as a musical ink-stain?
No. It doesn't. It can't.
We must still feel our pain.

Yet it may help us endeavor
in a daily chore that seems small,
but which it turns out,
is the greatest challenge of all:

To find peace in the quiet,
within ourselves, find the strength,
to experience each moment,
good or bad, to full length.

To find beauty in each day,
to fill our hearts full of love,
and in each other, find the magic
that Parker's life was made of.

Then our hearts will hear the melody,
the song our lives will all sing,
of the secret super-hero that lives
within each human being.