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Kevin Thomas Bowles
Feb. 10, 1971 ~ Apr. 4, 1991
The Promotion
In the Heavenly ranks
Up in the sky,
you went from Private 3rd class
To Angel,
In the twinkling of an eye.
You didn't need to study
Or take a final test,
Your reward was Heaven
For being your very best.
And while God's gain is our loss,
I cannot hold your soul.
But, Oh, My Son, I miss you,
More than your will ever know...
Thought I saw you today
You were standing in the sun, then you turned away
And I know it couldn't be, but my heart believed
Oh, it seems like something everyday
How could you be so far away
When you're still here.
When I need you, you're not hard to find
You're still here.
In my dream last night
You came to me on silver wings of light.
I flew away with you in the painted sky.
And I woke up wondering what was real.
Is it what you see and touch, or is it what you feel?
Cause in my heart, you're still here....
Those we love remain with us
For love itself lives on.
Cherished memories never fade.
Because one loved is never gone.
Those we love can never be
more than a thought apart.
For as long as there is a memory,
They live on in our heart...
Roger and Kevin
To My Little Brother
by Roger A. Bowles, 2001
I always had my own life, always looking forward,
never turning back;
To see what I might be leaving behind;
To see if anyone was following;
Always looking for a world I couldn't seem to find.
You were always there, right behind me,
watching my footsteps;
Living your own life but watching mine;
Loving me but always wondering;
Why you and I just never seemed to have any time.
It never occurred to me, that one day, it would be too late;
That I would one day realize the cost;
Of living in my own little world;
And now what used to be, forever is lost.
Now all I have are the memories, the pictures
and the regret;
Of all of the many wasted years;
We didn't get to know each other,
Share our dreams, our hopes, our fears.
So now that you are up in heaven, looking in on my life;
I hope that you will forgive me;
For not being the true friend,
And brother I had really hoped to be.
I know these words are too little, and many years too late;
Even though I thought you knew;
I just needed to write it down,
And let you know that I love you.
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