In Loving Memory of Tiny Tim

As the curtains came up and the stage lights danced;

Onto the stage with your ukelele you pranced.

There were a million galaxies of stars in your eyes;

and your curly hair, it lay to one side.

With long, slender fingers, on your uke you strummed;

As we, your adoring audience, smiled back and hummed.

If we knew the words, we'd sing along;

as you tugged at our heart strings with each endearing song.

When the songs were played and all was said and done;

You blew kisses to us all... each and every one.

Now the curtain has fallen and no more can we see;

your beautiful smile nor share in your glee.

No more to see stage lights tiptoe through your hair;

No more to see your sweet face, so fair.

For you are in heaven with God, doing well;

While this world, without you, is hell.

©2006, Cheryl Smith

Light a memorial candle for Tiny Tim

Tired eyes that once could see

As I run my finger down a golden frame

It holds those eyes that once held a name

Your picture is still here, but you are not