Still Listening

Still Listening

Ryan heard me whisper,
Merry Christmas to his mother.
He hears Rob and Ronnie laughing,
at funny stories of their brother.
He hears the prayers,
he hears the praise,
family and friends have given.
Ryan still hears everything,
while he waits for us in heaven.

The screams of fans in hockey rinks,
every time he scored a goal.
His fingers tap-tapping on the lid
of a brand new can of skoal.
The cymbals of his drumset,
Santa brought when he was seven.
Ryan can hear everything,
while he waits for us in heaven.

He heard our wails of anguish,
the warm night of August seven,
Ryan has heard everything,
patiently preparing for us in heaven.

So sit back, my love,
and watch the boys unwrap,
as the Christmas tree's still glistening.
Close your eyes and whisper,
"Merry Christmas, Ryan",
because I'm certain he's still listening.

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