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