Ryan

In Memory of

Ryan Kenneth Zarlenga

12/7/87 - 2/23/93

In Memory of a Child

BY VACHEL LINDSAY

The angels guide him now,

And watch his curly head,

And lead him in their games,

The little boy we led.

He cannot come to harm,

He knows more than we know,

His light is brighter far

Than daytime here below.

His path leads on and on,

Through pleasant lawns and flowers,

His brown eyes open wide

At grass more green than ours.

With playmates like himself,

The shining boy will sing,

Exploring wondrous woods,

Sweet with eternal spring.

Yet, he is lost to us,

Far is his path of gold,

Far does the city seem,

Lonely our hearts and old.

How could it be 19 years when I still don't know how I survived one day without him in my life?

The definition of sweet, kind and loving

One of my favorite pictures, showing his shy, adorable self in that bugleboy shirt!