Ivadell you held is in your arms that day
But look at how tiny me n' Matthew both were
You so strong and full of grace
What stories these pictures can tell
Of days when we bathed brightly in the sun
The medicine of laughter everywhere
Ivadell I held you in my thoughts that day
And wish that they were arms when you were frail
And passing from this place
What stories your paintings told boys
Of hills too steep to climb ascended
And hearts that were not afraid
To flap their wings and fly
But you are safe now and effortlessly breathing
Where new weather will fall on you
Your fears break like waves
Foaming into themselves
Disappearing into the sea
