David Stockwell Baird, Sr.
August 12, 1935 - December 25, 1996

Here is a beautiful poem that was written by my brother
David Stockwell Baird, Jr.
just after our father's death.

"He"

Like a shadow in the night
He was taken away
By the dawn's early light
We were unaware that they
Had come to take him from us
And with them he did go
For the next evening we were informed
Shockingly as though
It was not quite expected
Not quite yet indeed
For we had not connected
But should have seen the need
No Christmas dinner together
No New Year's joy we'll see
For now we'll think of Thanksgiving
And the wonderful years of He.

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