Your Poem Lucas,
“For The Asking” ....as Simon and Garfunkel would say...

This is the first Poem for you, Lucas.
Little Lucas Santos.....Lucie.
Your brothers, Grampa Mikie and I like to call you Lucie.
Your Great Gramma McLean would have definitely called you Lucie!
Your parents like to call you Lucas.

You were lovingly anticipated and wished for by your family.
Your Momma and Dadda
were waiting for you before you even were created.
Baby number three.
Boy number three.
Brother number three.
The third sibling to complete the brood.

And here you are.....
Laughing, watching, learning.
Trusting, investigating, mischief making.
More curious as each day goes by.
Happiest amidst the action and bustle of your family...just waiting to make your mark in this busy, noisy world.

Hugged and kissed daily by your brothers....
Poked, prodded and wrestled with in brotherly fashion when the opportunity arises, and there have been many!
Forever smiling and recording lessons learned from their antics so you can join in and add to the fun!

You are a brilliant boy who shines like the sun.
You brighten a room with your zest for life.
You will climb mountains and slide down rainbows.

You are Lucas Santos Wozenilek and your name is written in the stars and carved in our hearts.

  With pen in hand.... I wonder....
  What can be said for a Father?
  What can be said about My Father, that hasn't been said a thousand times before by another grieving yet grateful  child?
  I can say...
  I loved him from before the start of my life until the end of his life and beyond into endless eternity.
  I can say he loved me from before the start of my life until the end of his earthly life and beyond into his eternity.....and I can say... thank you Dad, I miss you now and always.
  And maybe those are all the words I need to say.
  Maybe these are the most important words I could ever say.
  So this will be The Poem for My Father today. This is the Poem  for you, Dad, My Father.

 Sweet baby Taylor
Just six days old.....
Perfect wee face and delicate head
Trusting those that love you to hold you close to their hearts
Entering this mixed up world with panache and grace
Already etching your name
On your parents' palms.

Sweet baby Taylor
Now four months old...
Telling your stories and smiling your songs in unwritten verse,
Watching the world and learning its ways.
Bundled in love and surrounded by caring hands of relatives and dearest friends.

Sweet baby T
Now 8 months young,
Captivating all those eyes within your grasp,
Laughing, giggling, looking at what comes next;
Intrigued and interacting with your new found world.

Sweet baby Taylor
The universe is yours and welcomes your arrival in brightness and anticipation.

  I shall cast myself...
  I shall cast myself in the ocean, let the rushing waves pour over me,
  And plummet to the bottom
        like a heavy lead sinker...
  And sit there for hours and days  and weeks...not breathing...
  Just sitting there feeling badly and depressed and helpless to help or act...
  Having no control over what is happening...just control over sinking or swimming.
  And then when I have had enough feeling badly and sorry, and tired and angry,
  I will rise straight up out of the water, slowly with deliberation, and feel the sun on my face and start to breathe again.
  I will reach out my hand and be supported by all that is good and positive in the Universe and let that be my guide and refuge.
  I will remember to look above the waves.

  No forwarding address
  People are leaving with no forwarding address... no parcels or mail or returned packages...
  So I've got to say it now
  Before another kindred soul sails to the seas of no return
  Or
  Boards the ship to realms of way beyond...
  Reach out and touch the hearts that make up your soul
  Reach out and touch the hearts you know you would miss
  Share the love that gives you life and has given your life meaning.
  No forwarding address is a life long sentence when the sojourner has left you behind without a parting word.
  Share the love while the stars still shine and the moon is present in the skies.

Beautiful Yukon baby girl...
Traveling the backroads and air miles to meet us and greet us with....
 Radiant sunshine emanating through trusting blue eyes and smiling heart.
Drawing us in to converse with you  ... Our words and expressions making you laugh.
Little Heather RuthAnne, ruler of human planets orbiting around you,
Wearing your smile like a waving flag,
Captivating all within your sight and reach.
Winning the hearts of all your wee cousins who hold audience and encircle you,
Kissing you and touching you gently as they marvel at your newness and beauty.
Together, we, your family and friends, herald your earthly arrival
and pledge to keep you close.

  The Awakening and The Redemption.     
   They started the  magical journey together in a time of special awakening......  a psychic, romantic  and spiritual journey that slowly  led to adulthood.....with all it's painful and freeing metamorphosis.   
   And then came the joys, the trials and the storms that joined, divided and eventually conquered and separated.         And life continued as life does, each growing and tasting new memories.    
  And as life continued, and years passed,  a flower rose from the  cold ashes that was somehow born of common appreciation, respect and lives shared.    
                                                     And that flower was a sign of redemption that souls damaged by the human condition and circumstance could still sit on the cliff at sunset above the crashing waves and watch the world end
  ....and not be alone.