In Loving Memory Of
WILLIAM J. HANNIGAN, III
On His Birthday, December 18th
The Re-Occuring Dream
To see you one last time
would be a dream.
One in which the sky is brightly lit.
The water softly sings along the stream
And peace, for once, it actually does fit.
This great big world
would sing a song so fine,
That people could not help but dance,
And I would move and
hold your hand in mine,
And as night falls
we would stay in this trance.
The world would sleep with
quilts of harmony
And all would fade away
in peaceful night,
Until there’s none, but only you and me,
To walk into the never ending light.
All of our love,
Family and Friends
-Alyx Rayne Hannigan